Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years Chapter 1190 - Chapter 1190 Endless Loneliness

Han Liang's frame started to quiver as it slowly solidified.

Right then, Xing Hongxuan and Li Yao materialized beside him on either side. They tried to aid Han Liang, yet a mighty force shoved them back.

Astonishment filled the two women.

“Don’t come over. I’m fine!” Han Liang clutched his arms, his voice shaking as he spoke. Fairy Xi Xuan, Xuan Qingjun, and the others emerged from their Daoist temples.

He huddled on the ground, his form shrinking steadily smaller.

The women stood helpless before Han Liang. They watched in horror as he shifted from a grown man to a youth, then a child, and at last into an infant. Even worse, the shrinking continued.

Panic surged through them.

Xing Hongxuan spun around at once, attempting to enter Han Jue’s Daoist temple, only to find the door wouldn't budge.

A realization struck her, and she steadied herself.

The others followed suit.

They sensed Han Liang's transformation linked to Han Jue. Normally, Han Jue never sealed off the Dao Field or barred Xing Hongxuan from entering. Clearly, something extraordinary was afoot.

Their faith in Han Jue was absolute.

As long as he was there, even if the heavens crumbled, they had no fear!

Before long, Han Liang compressed into a violet orb of light and began ascending. He burst free from the Dao Field, soaring into the purple void without end.

Inside the violet orb, Han Liang's awareness lingered. He lost all control over himself, able only to witness his endless ascent.

“What happened?”

Terror gripped Han Liang, yet he remained powerless.

The Chaotic Consciousness and Shi Tian’s Immeasurable Destruction Venerable materialized. Relief washed over Han Liang at their sight.

Yet, as the two Dao Creators reached out to seize it, the violet orb pierced their hands, wounding them deeply.

“What power is this?” Shi Tian’s Immeasurable Destruction Venerable demanded, incredulous.

The Chaotic Consciousness stayed silent

for he knew not the answer.

Abruptly, the violet orb vanished

completely.

In that instant, the two Dao Creators froze in shock.

The Chaotic Consciousness questioned, “Why are we here?”

Shi Tian’s Immeasurable Destruction Venerable replied in astonishment, “I’m not sure, either. Could it be tied to this strange event?”

The two Dao Creators departed.

Confusion plagued them, as though a vital memory had slipped away. How could such a lapse occur at their cultivation realm?

This unease gnawed at them. They pinned it on the looming mysterious calamity.

…

Awareness returned to Han Liang, revealing him adrift in the mortal realm. Motionless and voiceless, he could merely observe the shifting vistas before him—people, worlds, Great Dao Worlds.

Familiar faces appeared among them, yet none detected his presence.

He drifted like a detached observer beyond all existence or a

dream beyond his grasp.

This dream stretched on eternally.

A year

Ten thousand years.

A hundred million years.

A billion years.

Despair, rage, and agony tormented Han Liang until numbness claimed him.

He witnessed Chu Xiaoqi ascending to Dao

Creator. Every Dao Creator offered congratulations, but Han Liang's name never crossed their lips.

Not even his parents spoke of him again.

Throughout the epochs his mind wandered, no being uttered his name.

As if he had never existed—this realization shattered him deepest.

He grasped not what fate had befallen him.

Eventually, he beheld a silhouette wielding supreme Dharmic powers to ravage Great Dao Worlds. The true calamity of the Endless Era had descended.

Numbness held Han Liang fast, for no event touched him anymore.

“Why did I encounter such a situation…

“How much longer is this going to last… “Where is my home…”

Sad thoughts filled Han Liang as his awareness began to fade.

A white-haired figure slew his second

uncle Han Huang, yet it barely stirred him.

Down he plunged into oblivion. After endless time, Han Liang entered an alien domain. Blazing lights streaked in every direction. Curiosity flickered at last—what realm was this?

As a Great Dao Supreme, he had traversed countless domains, but none like this. The lights hurtled at speeds that dazzled even him.

Only after prolonged adjustment did awareness sharpen.

Still, he could not stir.

Fascination with this enigmatic domain quickly waned.

Sleep beckoned, promising a realm he could shape, but fury surged—he could not even slumber.

Endless torment of the mind anew.

Time dragged on.

So vast that Han Liang lost all track.

His mind sank into an unfathomable emptiness—thoughtless, numb, yet enduring.

Suddenly!

Han Liang jolted.

A silhouette seemed to streak by.

How could anyone appear here?

Bitterness assailed Han Liang; surely a hallucination.

Then joy sparked—he could still conjure visions!

Was true dreaming near?

Han Liang rallied, awareness surging fully. At last, a goal emerged.

A figure materialized before his mind's eye. Stunned, he beheld it.

An face both strange and known.

Grandpa!

Ecstasy and disbelief overwhelmed Han Liang.

Had Grandpa come to rescue him? Of course.

None but his grandfather, now a Lord, could locate him.

Han Jue gazed upon him and grinned suddenly.

That smile nearly drew tears from Han Liang.

Though face to face, an unbridgeable gulf loomed. Loneliness terrified him—could even Grandpa fail to save him?

Han Jue extended his right hand toward

him. Hope and dread warred within.

Then Han Jue’s hand vanished from view. A touch grazed his head.

The sensation felt alien, for he possessed only mind, no flesh.

Han Liang reeled in shock.

Han Jue drew him forth, a familiar voice echoing, “Brat, why are you here?” Han Liang gaped at his grandfather

until a pat to his cheek snapped him alert. He lunged into an embrace.

“Grandpa!” Han Liang cried out in thrill, voice breaking.

Before Han Jue replied, realization hit, and Han Liang pulled back in delight. A body was his once more.

He could move!

Impossible!

Trembling, Han Liang feared it all a dream.

Han Jue chuckled, “Looks like you’ve

endured much, but fear not. Grandpa’s here, and you’ll be safe.”

Spoken lightly, yet it flooded Han

Liang with boundless security.

“Grandpa… I…”

“No words now. You’re here,

so trail Grandpa. This proves a stroke of fortune for me too.”

Han Jue cut him off. Seeing Han Liang weep like a child, he knew the trials endured, yet shrugged it aside.

His focus lay solely on grasping the unique

foundational rules.

Han Liang held his tongue, clinging close to his grandfather, terrified of separation.