Chen Chu’s manifested will stood at the edge of the darkness, saying nothing more as he watched Luo Fei pilot Mech No.1 away. Although this parting potentially meant they wouldn’t see each other for a very long time, in this turbulent and chaotic era, both had their own missions and goals.1

Neither showed any trace of sorrow. Whatever needed to be said could wait until after they had defeated the Purgatory Demon Clan. Once Luo Fei had left, the manifestation of Chen Chu’s will also gradually faded.0

At the center of the darkness, which twisted and devoured like a black hole, Chen Chu still sat cross-legged atop the Destructive Dragon Emperor’s head, his body wrapped in the tangible force of the time curse.0

The gathered power of time had grown so strong that the flow of time around him began to twist and distort. Space and time overlapped and shifted, creating layer upon layer of phantoms. It looked as if a dozen versions of Chen Chu from different time periods and parallel dimensions were all seated there at once, creating a scene that felt both eerie and surreal.0

Behind Chen Chu stretched a river over three thousand meters long. Standing on the river was a black-haired young man, clad...0