Chapter 860
An Invitation from Fate
In this ancient ruin filled with the vicissitudes of time and the aura of death, Yang Fan did not, as in the past, casually use the powerful laws of space to tear open the void and travel.
Not wanting, but not dare.
Because deep within the ruins lies the slumbering remains of an ancient god who controlled the powerful laws of future time.
The entire ruins were shrouded in the remnants of the ancient god's power, and the omnipresent temporal turbulence was like a lurking venomous snake, roaming every inch of space.
The rules and order here have long been in complete disarray.
Even a peak Venerable could trigger a fatal time trap here with just one wrong step, leading to utter ruin.
such as:
Entering the forbidden zone where time flows rapidly, tens of thousands of years will pass in just a few seconds, the body will wither and the soul will decay, instantly turning into ashes.
Another example:
If you accidentally step into a closed time loop, you will be trapped in an eternally repeating moment, forever cycling in the same space-time, and eventually be swallowed up by endless loneliness and despair.
Despite Yang Fan's mastery of powerful world laws, he still dared not be the slightest bit arrogant in the face of this ancient god's remains.
The laws of the future of the ancient gods are on a whole level higher than the laws they control, representing absolute superiority and suppression.
Yang Fan's pupils reflected the surrounding time trajectory, and he took each step slowly and firmly, precisely avoiding those hidden time turbulence nodes.
He was like a dancer walking on a knife's edge, meticulously planning every step forward and daring not to slack off in the slightest.
Not long after.
He approached an ancient corridor.
From the outside, the corridor had already collapsed most of the way, with broken stone pillars and shattered stone slabs piled up like mountains.
Most eerie of all, a thick black mist permeated the cracks in the rubble, slowly writhing among the ruins, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, exuding a chilling aura.
Just looking at this black mist, a sense of crisis from the depths of one's soul surged up, as if being watched by a prehistoric beast.
Yang Fan knew perfectly well that each cloud of black mist was a terrifying time trap.
Its essence is the power of the abnormally concentrated time law, which has manifested for unknown reasons.
Of course, with his current strength, he already understands what the "unknown" really is.
Its essence is the terrifying resentment left behind by that supreme being who fell countless years ago, which has not yet dissipated.
This supreme being, now a prisoner in a cage, is imprisoned and tortured for all eternity, and the resentment that has accumulated in his heart is already overwhelming.
He resented the unjust fate, the all-consuming cage, and the inescapable destiny.
This resentment, after being washed away by millions of years, has not faded but has instead grown stronger.
Yang Fan paused for a moment outside the corridor, gazing at the swirling black mist, and said softly, "Is it true that every ancient god, in the end, has their mind twisted by the 'cage,' becoming a prisoner filled only with resentment?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than something bizarre happened.
The slowly creeping black mist suddenly boiled over, and the malice it emitted increased exponentially.
Clearly, the remnant will of the ancient god understood this blasphemous statement and developed a deep-seated hostility towards this uninvited guest who had intruded into the ruins.
Yang Fan didn't care about this at all, and continued to slowly say to himself: "I came with a destiny on my back, and I have the ability to break free from the invisible shackles of the 'cage'."
"Perhaps one day in the future, I will be able to sever the tentacles of the cage reaching into all walks of life and end this endless imprisonment and torment."
As soon as those words were spoken, the boiling black mist instantly quieted down.
The remnants of the ancient god's will, from the bottom of his heart, hated the cage, yet also from the bottom of his heart, revered its power.
Fear and reverence are two sides of the same coin.
When the ancient god's will truly sensed that the intruder before it was indeed capable of breaking free from the cage's constraints and was not a sacrifice to the cage, a sense of awe immediately began to influence it.
Yang Fan took a firm step forward and officially entered the corridor.
The moment my foot touched the ground, the surrounding scenery changed drastically, as if I had instantly traversed billions of years.
The collapsed walls and rubble in front of us have all disappeared.
Instead, there was an exceptionally magnificent and grand corridor, with a spotless floor paved with crystal-clear jade, reflecting a soft halo of light.
The corridor is over 100 meters high, with intricate inscriptions engraved on the dome. The entire passage stretches endlessly into the unknown depths.
Clearly, time here has been forcibly turned back to the past.
On both sides of the corridor stand countless statues, each tens of meters tall, with different shapes and exuding a majestic aura of reverence.
These statues are not inanimate objects; they give people a sense of alertness, as if they are constantly and vigilantly observing everything around them.
Any uninvited guest who dares to trespass into the forbidden area will be met with their merciless thunderous attack.
Between the statues, rows of priestesses, almost "barely clothed," stood in neat formation.
They were dressed in ancient priestly robes, with graceful figures and different appearances, some aloof, some charming, and some gentle.
Each priestess was breathtakingly beautiful, possessing unparalleled beauty.
These priestesses also exuded a powerful aura at the Venerable level.
They held a soft ball of light in their hands, within which flowed the breath of ancient times.
What's most startling is that inside each of the orbs of light, the scene of Yang Fan stepping into the corridor is clearly reflected.
This is not footage recorded afterward, but a prophecy from the distant past.
Yang Fan took another step forward.
"Oh!"
The moment the foot lands.
The statues on both sides of the corridor began to move. Their tightly closed eyes opened, and a faint halo emanated from their pupils, as if they were about to fully awaken and launch an attack on Yang Fan at any moment.
The priestesses in the line all turned their gazes toward them, their beautiful faces losing their gentleness and filled with cold hostility.
Yang Fan smiled slightly, his voice echoing down the corridor: "I have received an invitation from fate to come and keep my promise to the highest authority."
The moment the words were spoken, the entire corridor suddenly trembled violently, emitting a loud "boom".
next second.
The majestic statues on both sides vanished instantly, and the line of priestesses turned into specks of light and disappeared as if they had never existed.
The magnificent corridor has shed its glamorous facade and revealed the vicissitudes of time.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, clearly indicating that this place had been silent for countless years and had never been cleaned.
The passageway, which originally seemed to have no end, now showed an image of its end.
About five or six kilometers away, the outline of a magnificent hall was clearly visible.
In the center of the hall stood a colossal statue, surrounded by countless shimmering ribbons of light, exuding an aura of supreme power.
Yang Fan sighed softly, then took another step and slowly walked forward.
With each step, blurry phantom images of priestesses and statues would appear on both sides of the corridor.
They repeat their previous actions, but they can never truly solidify into a shape, and they will automatically dissipate after a short while.
at the same time.
Unseen murmurs kept entering his ears, the voice ethereal and ancient:
"The chosen one of destiny..."
"You've finally arrived..."
"They're here..."
"The chosen one..."
He took a full five minutes to walk a distance of only five or six kilometers.
When Yang Fan finally reached the end of the corridor and stepped onto the dividing line between the hall and the corridor.
All the whispers fell silent instantly, and the world around us became utterly quiet.
Yang Fan stood on the dividing line and looked up to see an extremely magnificent circular hall.
Its diameter exceeds ten kilometers, which is more than ten thousand meters.
The interior was exceptionally spacious, with a dome that soared into the clouds and walls covered with ancient runes.
In the center of the hall, the statue, over five kilometers tall, stands like a majestic mountain, creating a powerful visual impact.
The statue was surrounded by rippling water and swirling with flowing light, obscuring its exact form and allowing one to feel only an overwhelming sense of awe.
Just then.
A woman's voice, filled with boundless joy and extremely pleasant to the ear, suddenly rang out in the hall.
The sound seemed to come from all directions, yet it also seemed to resonate directly from the depths of Yang Fan's soul:
"Savior who carries the wishes of all beings, come in quickly, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
A hint of hesitation flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.
A strong intuition arose in his heart that once he took this step and entered the hall, he would face unprecedented and terrifying danger.
But a voice from the depths of his being kept calling to him, telling him that this was his unchangeable destiny, the path he had to take.
Yang Fan took a deep breath, finally took a step forward, officially crossed the dividing line, and stepped into the circular hall.
As if crossing an invisible boundary of time and space, the hall underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant.
The towering five-kilometer-high colossal statue vanished instantly, replaced in place by a white jade statue only five meters tall.
The statue is carved entirely from flawless white jade, with smooth and delicate lines, depicting a barefoot succubus.
Despite being dressed extremely conservatively, revealing only her head, face, and hands, with no exposed parts, she exuded an endless and deadly allure.
This temptation is not merely superficial beauty, but a seductive allure that penetrates to the very core of the soul, striking at the deepest desires of the heart.
Even the most resolute high-level Venerables would be instantly captivated by this statue, wishing they could be shattered to pieces and give everything for it.
Yang Fan's mind was also instantly affected, and the dormant desires within him surged wildly like wildfire, causing his soul to momentarily become dazed.
In that moment when his mind was in turmoil.
A gentle and joyful female voice rang out again, each word striking the softest spot in his heart:
"Honey, I've been waiting for you for so long."
That voice was none other than Ling Shuiling's.
Yang Fan snapped out of his daze and turned to look at the source of the sound.
At the foot of the statue, Ling Shuiling stood with a joyful expression, wearing only a light veil.
The allure of this image is beyond description.
I don't know why.
He vaguely saw an unusual flame burning inside his partner's body.
He also sensed that this wisp of flame seemed to have a subtle connection with the statue.
"bring it on!"
Ling Shuiling called out in an extremely gentle voice. (End of Chapter)