Chapter 1536: Blood Through the River of Time and Space

The sacrificial sounds of ancient ancestors were echoing from an unknown place. Though distant and at times intermittent, they conveyed a sense of grandeur and desolation.

Was it a prehistoric summons?

No, perhaps it was even more ancient, immensely old, from an unknown epoch. It was the prayer of primordial beings, the heroic wail of countless creatures.

Gradually, he heard battle cries shaking the heavens, realizing he was nearing that world!

Ahead of him, it seemed countless mighty beings were clashing. He could even feel the gale-force winds, tearing through heaven and earth, whistling past.

Nearby, an epoch-making battle was unfolding.

Chu Feng wanted to witness and participate, but his eyes couldn't perceive any of the beings, yet the sounds of slaughter in his ears grew increasingly fierce.

In a trance, he envisioned clanging weapons and galloping horses, beacon fires everywhere, and sword energy rending all realms!

Chu Feng felt he was in the midst of the most intense and terrifying battlefield, but why could he see nothing?

He strongly suspected that nearby, right here, across heaven and earth, True Immortals were like clouds and Divine Generals like rain, the sky stained with blood, and the slaughter exceptionally tragic!

His body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to fight for the ancient ancestors because he clearly heard urgent prayers and calls, indicating a critical situation.

Yet, he couldn't see. He tried to open his Fiery Golden Eyes, but it was useless. From his blurry, fading golden pupils, only blood flowed out; he saw nothing.

The sounds of slaughter and prayer were clearly right beside him. Those sounds grew increasingly clear; he felt as if he stood amidst a grand battlefield, yet still saw nothing.

What was happening? He wondered if his form was about to dissipate, causing him to experience confused hallucinations.

Chu Feng was anxious, consumed by worry. He wanted to enter that hazy world, but why couldn't he merge into it?

“What is happening to me?”

In his agitation, he suddenly remembered he was undergoing the transformation of his soul light into rain, and even his physical body was becoming indistinct, on the verge of dissipating.

“I am neither fully dead nor alive, so I haven't truly entered that world; I am only hearing it?”

In that instant, it was as if cold water had been poured over him. Was he going to die?

Some memories surfaced, but others remained vague, and he couldn't recall them clearly at all.

“Who am I, and where am I going?”

Chu Feng composed himself and then finally recalled many things: he was evolving, embarking on the True Pollen Path, and had witnessed the creature at its end.

After that, his memory became hazy, and even his physical body was on the verge of disintegrating. He was approaching the ultimate truth.

Chu Feng looked down at his hands, then at his body. Indeed, it was increasingly blurry, like smoke or mist, on the verge of final dissipation, with light particles continuously rising.

“I am going to die and go to another world to battle.”

With a thud, he collapsed, his body no longer supporting him. He fell backward onto the ground, his form dimmed, and countless particles evaporated.

Chu Feng's consciousness was unclear, filled with endless confusion. He found himself floating; more precisely, countless points of light emanated from his body.

Was this his “spirit” state?

Just as on the True Pollen Path, he had seen those spirits — like countless flickering candle flames, like glowing dandelions scattering in the dark. Had he also become this form?

He looked back. His physical body lay there, soon to completely decay; in some places, bones were already exposed.

“Am I truly dead?”

Yet, he still couldn't merge into the world after death. He heard battle cries, but still saw no struggling ancient ancestors, nor any enemies.

Soon, Chu Feng noticed something unusual: he, transformed into a vast expanse of particles—his spirit—was enveloping a stone jar. Was it protecting him from completely dissipating?

Currently, he was in a spirit state, but still maintained a human form.

“Who am I? I am Chu Feng. I must remember everything, I must find the truth of the Pollen Path, I must reach its end.”

However, he remained in this special state, unable to retreat and regain life, nor advance into the world after death.

Thus, when he looked back, he could see his decaying, blurring body, but when he looked forward, there were only sounds, no sights.

He was truly stuck, unable to advance or retreat.

However, when a terrifying beam of light burst forth, it shattered everything and completely altered his strange, insoluble predicament.

It was as if a window pane had been torn open before his eyes, revealing light, sights, and truth!

“That's the end of the Pollen Path!”

However, it was too dazzling there, emitting immeasurable light that even in his “spirit” state, he couldn't bear to look directly at.

Amidst the terrifying light beams, blood splattered, causing the entire heaven and earth, and even time itself, to decay. Everything was heading towards its end.

He had only just seen a corner of the scene, and all in the world was already about to end?!

Then, Chu Feng realized that space-time was unstable, fracturing, and all heavens were falling, dying completely!

The situation at the Pollen Path was too severe; it was the origin of disaster. A major problem had occurred there, leading to all sorts of shocking changes.

Even with the stone jar by his side, he found himself undergoing terrifying changes. Even his light particles were dimming and compressing. Was he truly about to perish?

Was he entering the world after death?

But after death, does the Pollen Path truly still form a special world?

Soon, he transformed into a drop of blood, a desolate, vibrant red, with the stone jar by its side.

“Who am I, and what am I experiencing?”

Or rather, what was he witnessing?

Boom!

Suddenly, a tremendous tremor occurred. Ancient times, present, and future all resonated, subtly trembling, as the myriad heavens that had seemingly died, both within and beyond the world, solidified.

Chu Feng found that he and the stone jar were trembling along with it.

Next, he saw countless worlds, space-time no longer destroying itself but fixed. Only the blood of one being, transformed into crystalline light points, permeated through all ages and space.

Moreover, that being's blood surged towards the end of the Pollen Path, blocking the spread of the disaster.

The Pollen Path had a major problem; at its origin, True Blood had once splattered, which was definitely not a good sign!

Now, another being emitted a bloody radiance, stabilizing everything and preventing the great disaster at the end of the Pollen Path from continuing to spread.

In a haze, Chu Feng seemed to see a person, very distant and dim, whose true face he couldn't discern. A thought suddenly flashed in his mind: was that... the one mentioned by Number Nine?!

“The First Mountain once cleaved out a sword beam, and the blood before me has the same aura as that sword beam!” Chu Feng was certain.

That being's blood had once traversed through all ages, and then, whether intentionally or not, it had blocked the disaster at the end of the Pollen Path, preventing it from surging forth.

At this moment, Chu Feng's memories also recovered significantly, and he recalled many things.

“No wonder the creature at the end of the path made my memories disappear and wanted to erase my physical body without a trace. The existence of such a being is simply unimaginable!”

Chu Feng's heart surged with emotion. Had he witnessed history?!

The being at the end of the Pollen Path and the one mentioned by Number Nine were indeed supreme experts of the same level. It was just that the being of the Pollen Path had met with an accident and might have perished!

“I am a drop of blood, floating through all ages and space, indirectly participating, witnessing. Am I connected to them?”

Chu Feng wondered what it meant that he had entered this state only after hearing prayers, as if part of a ritual.

Could it be... that he was connected to that supreme expert?

He was sure he had merely seen and witnessed a corner of the truth; he was not them.

“My blood is different from theirs; it's unrelated to them.”

Chu Feng muttered to himself, then looked at the stone jar beside him. He, as blood, was attached to it; it was the stone jar that had led him to witness all of this!

The Pollen Path was too dangerous; at its end, boundless terrifying events and accidents had occurred. And the one mentioned by Number Nine, in the process of his own cultivation, seemed to have unconsciously blocked all this?

Furthermore, as Chu Feng's memories recovered, a flash of insight occurred in an instant. He vaguely grasped something: what state was that being in, and where were they?

He seemed to have formed some immature conjecture!