Chapter 1155
Limited-Time Return of the Ring
Chapter 1155 Limited-Time Encore Event
The moment the Hornet entered the Sargasso Sea, Xia Xiu sensed something was amiss almost instinctively.
At first, it was just a subtle change.
The color of the seawater began to lose its original depth; that familiar, oppressive deep blue seemed to have been gently wiped away from the canvas.
Immediately afterwards, the view in the distance began to blur, and fog rose from the sea without warning. It was not thick, but rather like a layer of translucent gauze, spreading out slowly and evenly.
Then, the amber of time began to expand.
Xia Xiu clearly saw this process, not with his naked eye, but through his great spiritual perception of the structure of the world.
Something that was originally compressed and sealed is being unsealed, like a crystal thrown into water, with fine light patterns first appearing on the edges, and then quickly spreading outward.
Colors began to appear within the fog.
It wasn't a single spectrum, but rather a layered hue resembling a starry sky: deep purple, indigo, and reddish golden fragments intertwined, like countless scattered narrative pieces, slowly floating between the sea and the air.
They don't emit light, yet they make everything around them appear dim.
Reality itself is being overridden by some higher-level existence.
Xia Xiu's pupils contracted slightly.
The next instant, not only him, but also the other sword-wielders simultaneously sensed that aura.
That wasn't simply a great spiritual power, nor the oppressive aura of some strong being, but a more ancient and profound fluctuation—it was…
The echo of the supreme divinity.
Someone gently struck a bell on the other side of time, and the vibration traveled along the timeline, making it impossible for any being at the top to ignore.
Immediately afterwards, ripples began to appear in the space.
Those weren't water ripples, but rather undulations at the structural level.
Air, light, distance—these originally stable concepts began to be stretched, folded, and overlapped, like a map that was repeatedly folded in half.
Xia Xiu subconsciously raised his hand, and his great spirituality unfolded, forming a [Möbius strip] at his fingertips. He tried to tear that area apart.
no effect.
Xia Xiu said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of calm judgment:
"This isn't just a simple lockdown... it's more like folding up a period of time."
The second swordsman, Qasim, quickly scanned the surrounding sea shrouded in starlight mist and almost immediately drew a conclusion:
"Their attempt to divide us up is quite clever. It's right not to engage in a direct confrontation. By utilizing the differences in time and space, they can cut the battlefield into several pieces and take them out one by one—a very standard strategic layout."
Xia Xiu frowned slightly. If these people chose to attack him together, although he had enough wedges to fight them, it would be difficult for him not to pay a heavy price when facing so many people.
Just then, Mu seemed to see through the younger generation's worries and chuckled softly.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in this distorted space.
He didn't look at the gradually changing sea, nor did he observe the dazzling yet dangerous colors. Instead, as if he had expected all of this, he calmly spoke:
"Do not worry."
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist, as if he could already see a certain inevitable turning point.
"They will come looking for me."
Xia Xiu was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked at the older swordsman.
In that instant, he saw Mu slowly raise his hands—not a single ring was missing from his ten fingers, each one silently reflecting the light of that starry sea of mist.
Mu turned his head and gave Xia Xiu a gentle yet confident smile, his tone as calm as if he were discussing an old story already written into his destiny:
"Every gift that fate bestows has already had a price tag attached in secret."
He lowered his hand, his voice low and steady:
"On the journey to the Kingdom of Heaven, there are never any surprises, and fortune will always be on our side."
Xia Xiu was taken aback for a moment, then he immediately realized what was happening, and at the same time muttered something to himself:
"Luck... I almost forgot, the big boss is quite cunning in this regard too."
Almost as soon as he finished saying those words in his mind, the Time Amber completed its final unfolding.
Space seemed to be gently parted by an invisible hand, the positions of the four people were no longer stable, the distance between them was infinitely stretched, the narrative lines began to misalign, and the reality of standing side by side was dismantled into four independent time zones.
Just before the separation was completely complete, Xia Xiu heard the old man's voice.
See you later.
The old man's tone was even a little relaxed, "When we meet again, it will be much quieter, without those annoying little fish, just the right time to clean up the world."
The moment the words left my lips, the world was put on hold.
Light, fog, color, ocean tide—everything seemed to be stretched into thin threads and then abruptly cut off.
Xia Xiu felt his consciousness being gently pushed, without any impact, pain, or even a sense of weightlessness; it was as if he had only blinked.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in another world.
Beneath my feet lay a smooth, slightly damp stone path, and the air carried a familiar yet long-lost scent—the fragrance of grass, earth, and the faint aroma of trimmed shrubs. At the edge of my vision, a low wrought-iron fence stretched out along its curve, and benches were neatly arranged under the shade of trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze.
This is... Fran de Saint-Nicola Park.
In a place he was familiar with, Xia Xiu stood still, not moving immediately, but squinting slightly, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion. Then, he saw that figure.
Not far ahead, a man was standing in the shade of the trees, his back to him.
The other person was impeccably dressed, wearing a standard three-piece black pinstripe suit that fit his figure perfectly, with a neat collar and crisp cuffs. He looked out of place in the quiet park, yet he seemed perfectly at ease, as if he was meant to be standing there.
Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone a mix of helplessness and amusement:
"Wow... there are even limited-time returning characters."
Of course he recognized that figure.
That was something he had personally dealt with long ago—Mr. Night.
Mr. Night also saw Xia Xiu. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze swept back and forth between the park, the sky, and Xia Xiu.
"who are you?"
His voice lowered instinctively, but it was clearly tense. "Where is this?"
This is not a test, but an instinctive confusion.
In his mind, the memory of the previous moment was still stuck at another point in time—and then, without any transition, he was thrown into this strange yet eerily complete space.
Almost at the same moment the question was posed, an irrepressible thought surfaced in his mind.
—Kill the opponent, immediately, right now!!!
This was the first and only clear thought that surfaced in Mr. Night's mind.
This is a hostile orientation forcibly implanted by the amber of time.
Now that he has been pulled out of history by Hai Si, the being standing in front of him must be Xia Xiu's mortal enemy.
Therefore, killing Xia Xiu would become his instinct, while Lao Ye was simply pretending to be innocent, intending to trick Lao Xia.
He started using underhanded tactics as he spoke; his spirituality had already begun to unfold.
The humidity in the air began to change, and extremely fine particles silently gathered in the shade of the trees, like dust tamed by the night.
That was a harbinger of the domain of his avatar, [Wet Feller]. Clouds and floating particles were reorganized under his will, and with just a thought, they could transform into invisible blades that pierced through the breath and flesh of their target.
However, Xia Xiu on the other side did not even take a single step back.
He just stood there, looking at Mr. Night with the same eyes one would give a wild dog baring its teeth at the air by the roadside—vigilant, futile, and meaningless.
"I see……"
Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone calm to the point of being almost casual.
"It's not an empty shell; it directly pulls out a historical projection from the past, and it's an information application originating from the time dimension."
What emerges from the amber of time is not a phantom that has lost its self, but a historical projection that retains complete consciousness and the ability to judge.
This beast of error is quite a strange mechanism.
As he spoke, he raised his left hand, his knuckles lightly rubbing against his chin, as if pondering a trivial matter. Then, he looked at Mr. Night, his tone even carrying a hint of polite apology:
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." "I don't have time to chat with you, so I'll just have to kill you directly."
Mr. Night's expression froze for a moment.
"What……"
The syllable didn't even leave his throat completely.
Because at that very moment, a purple-gold figure appeared before him without warning.
There was no sound of air being torn apart, no prelude of spiritual fluctuations, and not even a feeling of space being compressed could be conveyed—[Sisyphus] simply stood between him and Xia Xiu, as if it had always existed, only now being allowed to "manifest".
when?
Why didn't I feel anything at all?
The moment Mr. Night's consciousness arose with this question, before his heart could even begin to race, an overwhelming sense of pressure enveloped all his senses.
My field of vision was filled by a fist.
That wasn't an exaggeration; it was the absolute reality—his field of vision was completely filled. The purplish-gold fist rapidly magnified in his world, with no display of technique or superfluous movements, only absolute power and absolute accuracy.
next moment.
boom--
The sound wasn't loud, but it was unusually muffled, like a ripe watermelon being slammed heavily onto the ground.
The point of impact collapsed instantly, all structures lost their support at the same time, red liquid and broken tissue scattered everywhere, and then quickly fell back onto the grass before the inertia was exhausted.
Less than a minute after his return, Mr. Night was treated like a roadside dummy and punched to death.
He didn't even have time to say the line, "Sorry, I didn't let Lord Abraham have his fill."
Xia Xiu stood still and glanced at the park, which was gradually quieting down.
The wind stopped, the shadows of the trees returned to their normal order, and the bloodstains left on the grass were being gradually smoothed out by some unseen correction of time, as if no conflict had ever occurred.
This is Time Amber turning the pages.
He raised his head, his gaze passing through the branches and leaves to the non-existent sky, and he had already made his judgment.
"It seems this thing has been used rather crudely."
Xia Xiu muttered to himself, "The only thing I can do is keep throwing me into certain points in the past, dragging out and recreating the guys I killed before."
He quickly added a sentence, as if drawing a conclusion about the mechanism:
"The difficulty should increase gradually."
Each time it became more difficult, and each time it came closer to his truly formidable opponents from the past.
Xia Xiu curled his lips into a sneer, his face full of disdain.
"But that's all there is to it."
"In this kind of field, at most it's just for stalling time and blocking the way."
At this point, his attention involuntarily shifted slightly.
It wasn't a wariness about the next encore event, but rather a curiosity about another direction...
"But what about Mu's side..."
He muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the silver cane.
"I wonder what expressions those sea creatures are making right now."
After all, they were not facing a cheerful and optimistic angel like themselves, but the true defenders of the lineage of heaven.
Just as this thought surfaced, the surrounding space suddenly rippled again. The colors seemed to be roughly twisted, the scenery began to shift and overlap, and the boundaries of time lost their clear outlines.
Xia Xiu didn't even try to resist again.
He simply stood there, letting the amber of time carry him away.
……
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Meanwhile, in the Amber Time Zone where Mu is located.
As the sense of time distortion dissipated, the thirteen consciousnesses regained consciousness almost simultaneously.
Eleven patriarchs of the Hai Si lineage.
Two extraordinary kings of history.
The moment they opened their eyes, what they felt first was not hostility, but a kind of...untimely "openness".
The sky hung low, the clouds were thick and moved slowly, and the air was filled with the smell of damp earth and gunpowder residue.
The terrain is undulating, with the rumpled fields and shallow slopes stretching to the horizon, and in the distance, the traces of artillery fire can be faintly seen.
This is not the seabed.
It wasn't even any era they were familiar with.
"...Where is this?"
The lineage leader spoke in a low voice, but no one answered.
Because in the next second, someone recognized them.
The enormous, mottled, immortal Napoleon fish was the first to freeze.
"Waterloo..."
The moment he uttered that name, the strange feeling took full shape.
Time amber doesn't just throw them into a random historical scene.
It is pairing up targets, scheduling them according to their historical weights—the “strongest enemies” the target has ever encountered.
He will stand on the same front, joining forces with their Sea Heir Alliance to besiege the same entity.
Napoleon Fish's gaze suddenly narrowed.
Because he has already seen it.
On a slope not far away, a figure stood quietly.
That was a human being.
He wasn't tall, in fact, he was rather short—around 1.6 meters tall, with a sturdy but not bulky build. He wore a crisp military uniform, a gray coat that hugged his shoulders and chest, and a sword hanging at his waist. He looked like a wedge that had been polished to its limit.
His posture was upright, his gaze was calm, and the lines of his face under the brim of his hat were distinct, exuding an unassuming yet undeniable sense of pressure.
That's not Hai Si.
It's not an alien.
It's not even abnormal.
That was—Napoleon Bonaparte in his true human form.
He in history.
Compared to the towering, twisted Napoleon fish that was kept alive by an abnormal force, the human seemed so normal, so limited, yet so... complete.
The Napoleon wrasse's pupils suddenly dilated.
"How could this be?!"
At this moment, Mu's figure slowly appeared. His aged gaze was fixed on the familiar battlefield before him, on the immortal Napoleon Fish, Chamberlain, and the eleven masters of the Sea Lineage.
Finally, his gaze fell upon "Napoleon," who was only a little over 1.6 meters tall.
"Waterloo... the First Emperor of France, what a distant memory."