Shennong Dao Master

Zhao Xing looked over, and the other party immediately returned the gaze.

It was actually Lord Sang Yu!

"Zhao Xing?!" Lord Sang Yu was also taken aback.

"I didn’t expect you to escape too, hahaha, what a coincidence."

Lord Sang Yu laughed loudly and immediately launched a soul attack, charging toward Zhao Xing.

"This madman."

Zhao Xing’s expression changed, and layers of illusions appeared in his eyes.

He hadn’t had time to use his clone, and the opponent’s soul power had already penetrated into his sea of consciousness.

"Hmm?" Lord Sang Yu’s soul power transmitted through the void, but it didn’t touch Zhao Xing’s soul; instead, it saw a patch of black.

"What the hell is this?"

Lord Sang Yu shuddered, instantly regaining his composure.

He felt a threat to his life!

"Ah—"

The invading soul power retreated with a hint of black gas, and Lord Sang Yu screamed in agony, clutching his head in pain as he writhed in the void.

"Huh? What’s going on?" Zhao Xing paused for a moment.

But he quickly understood why.

"True Spirit Heavenly Poison?"

Lord Sang Yu is a Soul Master, and his attack techniques are all based on the soul.

However, Zhao Xing’s soul is currently wrapped in True Spirit Heavenly Poison.

To kill Zhao Xing, Lord Sang Yu first has to penetrate this layer of barrier formed by the True Spirit Heavenly Poison.

Yes, the True Spirit Heavenly Poison has rendered Zhao Xing’s original self a waste.

But for souls, it has become an unconventional barrier!

It actually protected Zhao Xing from being eroded by Soul Masters like Lord Sang Yu.

"Ridiculous." Zhao Xing was about to retaliate, but he reconsidered and gave up.

Lord Sang Yu triggered a historical void event, and this guy is just trouble at the moment, best to keep a distance.

"You, you haven’t been cured?" Lord Sang Yu gasped for breath, barely recovering his wits.

He thought Bo Wei had already healed Zhao Xing.

That encounter had scared him half to death.

True Spirit Heavenly Poison? Who wouldn’t be afraid of that thing!

He almost fell for it!

"Hmph, I’ll spare your life this time!" Lord Sang Yu didn’t dare to tangle with Zhao Xing any further and left on his own.

At this moment, the Void River began to stabilize.

Blurry and void colors and lines gradually organized into a stable scene.

This means it’s about to reach the physical existence of the [Phenomenon Layer].

"Captain, should we have escaped now?" Zhao Xing released Yang Baihe and Ji Si.

Yang Baihe looked at the turbulent void ahead, his face not relaxed in the slightest but rather solemn.

"No, this isn’t a stable Void River!"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Xing looked around.

The river flowed slowly, and aside from a heavy feeling, there seemed to be no issue for him.

"If it’s not the Void River, then what is it?"

"Lord Yang, is this the reverse flow phenomenon described in the ’Ten Tables Copper History Skill’?!" Ji Si’s face changed.

Yang Baihe nodded heavily, "Yes."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Xing seemed puzzled, this truly touched on his blind spot of knowledge.

"Do you remember our experiences in the Yueluo Cemetery before?"

"I remember."

"Before we entered the transmission realm city, we encountered a moat." Yang Baihe explained, "That was the Copper History Skill set up by the realm master, reversing history."

"The realm master hid historical figures in the moat, and if someone looked down, they would see the appearance of historical figures."

"Those powerful figures’ Taoist bodies, their golden bodies would unconsciously lead people to mimic them, adjusting their cultivation path. The ultimate outcome, either becoming assimilated into a book puppet or their magic body and golden body collapse and die."

Zhao Xing recalled, "Isn’t that different from the current situation?"

"It’s different." Yang Baihe said with difficulty, "Reversing history is a human spell with limited power."

"But now it’s a special phenomenon inherent in historical space-time, its power is naturally countless times stronger."

The Ten Tables records major historical events related to time magic, while the Copper History Skill described by the Ten Tables, is a special phenomenon born from historical rivers causing temporal aberrations.

"Just like the geographical changes caused by the Three-layered World Mountain." Ji Si added a sentence, making it easier for Zhao Xing, a Minister of Agriculture, to understand.

Seeing their expressions, Zhao Xing comforted them, "The issue with the Stacked Realm Mountain has a solution, no need for such surprise. Captain, do we have any way to solve this now?"

Yang Baihe did not reply but looked at the river surface rising all around: "Don’t move, slowly shift, run in the opposite direction of Lord Sang Yu."

Zhao Xing glanced and saw that in the direction Lord Sang Yu fled, a Green Armor General riding a gray Qi Niu emerged from the Void River.

Behind him, there were about twenty-seven riders all wearing black armor.

One person behind them was carrying a large flag with an ancient character embroidered on it.

However, their condition was strange, as if they had experienced a great battle.

Except for the lead General, who was intact, the remaining people’s armor and weapons showed signs of damage.

Their bodies were also broken, with eighteen of them having missing limbs, and even three people without heads.

Yet, they remained alive and quickly surrounded Lord Sang Yu.

"Captain, this is?"

Next to Yang Baihe, the Mo Yuan Pen began to write shakily.

Due to encountering historic voids, the words written by the Boundary Repair Pen were chaotic and unintelligible at the moment.

Zhao Xing couldn’t make any sense of it, only Yang Baihe understood.

"One of the founding Generals of the Heavenly Frost Dynasty, Lei Wu Hou."

"Heavenly Frost Dynasty?" Zhao Xing slowly shifted without causing any splashes while quietly communicating with his soul, "Is it the last country Emperor Yu destroyed after unifying the Xuanling Star Realm?"

"Yes." Yang Baihe nodded, "The Heavenly Frost Country Lord had eight military officers under his command to guard the Eight Desolate Domains."