Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Upon hearing this, Fang Xinyi immediately became alert, rapidly activating the Azure Wood Longevity Technique to its maximum, with silvery-white light spots swirling around her like fireflies: "Is that a trap? Or..."

“I don’t know.” Lu Chen frowned. “But that kind of fluctuation… is somewhat like the spacetime disturbance when a teleportation array is activated.”

The two exchanged a glance and both thought of the same possibility: could it be that Nezha was trying to escape from some other space?

“Let’s go take a look,” Lu Chen decided immediately. “But be careful, it could be a trap that’s been imitated.”

So, Lu Chen and Fang Xinyi deviated from the rune path and cautiously approached that area.

The closer they got, the more chaotic the flow of time became, with silver threads of time whipping the void like wildly dancing whips.

Lu Chen maintained the time-sensing map with all his might, searching for a relatively safe path amidst the chaos. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead; this high-intensity deduction was extremely taxing on his mind.

Twenty zhang, ten zhang, five zhang...

Finally, they could see what was at the center of the vortex.

not human.

It was a gun.

A long spear, entirely crimson with golden flames burning at its tip, was stuck in a space fragment the size of a millstone.

Around the spear, time flowed at an astonishing speed. The spear body could be seen rusting and weathering at a visible rate. However, whenever the rust spread to a certain extent, a ring of golden light would burst out from the spear body, shattering the rust and restoring it to its original state.

And so on and on.

"That's Nezha's magic weapon!" Fang Xinyi exclaimed.

Lu Chen's heart sank. The weapon was here, but where was the man? Had he perished?

With a thought, Lu Chen strengthened the power of the Time Law once again, expanding the perception range of the Time Sensing Diagram and carefully searching around the Fire-Tipped Spear.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before Lu Chen noticed the anomaly: three inches directly below the tip of the spear, there was an extremely small, almost imperceptible area where time had stopped.

The area was only the size of a fingernail, but time within it was completely frozen. And within that frozen time, a drop of golden blood was sealed.

“It’s Nezha’s blood.” Lu Chen’s voice was deep. “He was injured here, and he was seriously injured, so much so that his blood contained powerful divine energy. This drop of blood was frozen in time, so it preserved the ‘information’ from that time.”

Lu Chen stretched out his hand, his divine energy enveloping his palm, and slowly reached for the drop of blood.

"What are you going to do?" Fang Xinyi asked nervously.

“Read the information,” Lu Chen said. “If Nezha is still alive, there should be clues he left behind in this drop of blood.”

Although it was risky to do this, touching something sealed by time freeze might trigger unpredictable spacetime backlash, but Lu Chen didn't want to give up on Nezha just like that.

Therefore, Lu Chen did not hesitate. The instant his fingertips touched that drop of golden blood, a scorching, violent intent surged into his mind:

"Damn it! What kind of place is this?!"

"Time turbulence... spatial fragments... and those shadows that can mimic people..."

"Lu Chen! Miss Fang! Where are you!"

"We can't stop... If we stop, time will swallow us up..."

"There's light ahead... Charge!"

The fragmented thoughts were filled with Nezha's unique rage and fighting spirit. The final scene showed him transforming into a streak of fire, rushing towards a dazzling gate of light in the distance. From behind the gate, the sounds of battle could be faintly heard.

Lu Chen withdrew his hand, his expression grave: "Nezha is still alive, but in danger. He has rushed into a 'time battlefield'."

"A battlefield of time?" Fang Xinyi asked, puzzled.

"It's a place in the region of abnormal time flow where ancient battle scenes are sealed away," Lu Chen explained. "Those scenes, due to intense energy and obsession, have become almost tangible under the influence of the laws of time. Intruders will be forced to participate in that battle, either reliving history or... being swallowed by history."

"Oh? Wouldn't that put Nezha in great danger?" Fang Xinyi asked worriedly.

At this moment, Lu Chen pointed to the direction the Fire-Tipped Spear was pointing: "Over there, not far away, but separated by several areas of temporal turbulence."

Fang Xinyi gritted her teeth: "Let's go save him!"

“Of course,” Lu Chen nodded, “but we need to find a safe passage first.”

Having said that, Lu Chen unfolded the Time Sense Diagram again, this time expanding its range to its limit. His divine energy was being consumed frantically, and veins bulged on his forehead, but he persisted.

Finally, within the complex network of silver threads, Lu Chen discovered an extremely hidden "gap" with a relatively stable flow of time.

The crevice was winding and required several turns, but it did indeed lead to the direction where Nezha disappeared.

"Follow me." Lu Chen took a deep breath and stepped into the time turbulence first.

This time, there was no Runepath to protect them. They were completely exposed to the chaotic laws of time.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge. Lu Chen needed to do three things simultaneously: maintain the time perception map to observe the path, use the power of the time law to protect the two from the erosion of time, and be ready to deal with possible attacks from spatial fragments.

Fang Xinyi wasn't idle either. She activated her Azure Wood Longevity Technique at full power, and the silvery-white light spots not only healed the minor damage the two had suffered in the time turbulence, but also acted like probes to detect the stability of the path ahead.

The two worked together seamlessly, struggling to traverse the gaps in time.

And all of this happened in just a few breaths.

When they passed through a time-reversed area, they witnessed a bizarre scene: several mummies dressed in clothing from tens of thousands of years ago were "coming back to life."

It wasn't a real resurrection, but rather a reversal of time that restored their bodies to the state they were in immediately after death, so that you could even see the expressions on their faces.

One of the mummified corpses suddenly opened its eyes, its empty eye sockets staring at Lu Chen and the other person.

"Hurry up!" Lu Chen shouted, speeding up the journey.

The mummified corpse didn't chase after them; it merely opened its mouth and let out a silent scream. Then, as they left the area, the time reversal ended, and the mummified corpse weathered away again, returning to its original form.

At this moment, Fang Xinyi's face was pale: "These cultivators... they are trapped in a time loop."

Lu Chen nodded silently. On the path of life and death, even liberation might be a luxury.

Keep going.

After navigating a region where time flowed at a speed ten thousand times faster, Lu Chen and Fang Xinyi finally arrived at their destination.

Before them lay a vast "plain." Time flowed normally on the plain, but the scene was incredibly bizarre: two groups of figures were locked in a fierce battle.

One group wore golden armor, wielded various divine weapons, and had phantom wings on their backs; the other group was shrouded in black mist, their forms indistinct, and their attack methods were bizarre and insidious.

It was a scene of war between ancient gods and demons and shadows, which I had seen in the illusion.

But at this moment, these scenes seemed to come alive. The roar of colliding energy was truly audible, and the aftershocks of the clash of laws swept in all directions.

On the edge of the battlefield, a figure with three heads and six arms was struggling to hold on—it was Nezha.

At this moment, he was covered in wounds, golden blood dripping continuously, and three of his six eyes were already closed. Of his six arms, only four were still functional, the other two hanging limply at his sides, clearly indicating severe injuries.

But he continued to fight, each swing of his fire-tipped spear carrying an indomitable will…