Traveler of the River of Time and Space

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"Divinity Above Divinity [Saint]: Divinity Above Divinity can reshape earth, water, wind, and fire, recreating a world and universe, can strip the powers from the gods, casting them down to the mortal realm as saints."

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The maddening flow of data made Su Ziyu incapable of directly viewing the target.

But it seemed this being was also unable to descend upon this planet because Su Ziyu noticed that it seemed to only extend a pale hand, which then grabbed towards the sky, followed by a piercing shriek echoing deep within his soul. That pale hand instantly manifested as a billion feet, directly crossing space, passing through the planet's atmosphere, and appearing in the outer space environment.

——"Celestial God Descending [Heaven and Earth]!"

Before the massive dark shadow that trembled suddenly, as if wanting to escape, could react, it was caught by the gigantic hand that existed between reality and illusion, followed by a sound devoid of any emotion echoing in the depths of the mind.

——"[Undying Return to Death]."

Like exploding black fireworks, that terrifying presence which made Su Ziyu feel immensely threatened shattered and dissipated in the giant hand, leaving no trace behind.

The fractured space still remained unrepaired.

The giant hand withdrew from the sky, paused briefly, then pointed distantly towards Su Ziyu. A sigh then echoed in his mind, saying: "Young man, Divinity isn't digested like this."

The next second.

The world changed for Su Ziyu.

He was no longer on the battlefield with the Orcs but found himself in an icy, snowy environment. All his inner strength seemed to have vanished, and he felt like he was only a slightly stronger ordinary mortal.

This was the Northern Territory.

Ahead lay the Land of Ice and Snow.

Su Ziyu wore only a thin linen garment, his long hair hanging loosely, bare feet stepping on the freezing snow, the howling wind bringing a biting coldness, frost slicing his skin like knives.

"I should go." An insight suddenly rose in Su Ziyu's heart.

Then he strode forward, facing the biting snowstorm, walking barefoot towards the Land of Ice and Snow thousands of miles away. Su Ziyu somewhat understood his situation now; he seemed to be caught in a trial illusion realm, or perhaps something once experienced by a certain being, when he was just a mere mortal. Weak, mortal, he once walked such a path of trial.

Walking a thousand miles barefoot.

From the cold Northern Territory all the way to the icy Land of the Far North, a certain being once tempered their will this way, but this was not their ultimate goal.

Su Ziyu closed his eyes, feeling the tumultuous divine power within him.

They were uneasy!

They were afraid!

Su Ziyu continued his journey, wearing only a thin linen garment, walking barefoot on the cold snow, moving forward step by step without using any extraordinary abilities, just pressing on slowly, as the ambient coldness seeped into his body. His arms, cheeks, and feet soon start to freeze slightly, and without shoes to protect them, the soles of his feet begin to accumulate more and more injuries.

The ground is rough, with stones, dried branches, and unremarkable thorns. Frostbite is gradually accumulating, and his body's scratch marks also grow bit by bit.

But with each step he takes, Su Ziyu feels as if an iron hammer is continuously pounding on his spiritual will; he resists the cold, resists the wind, resists unknown enemies and monsters. Whenever hungry, he drinks a little clear water, eats incredibly hard black bread, doesn't light any campfire at night, but grips his scimitar, sitting cross-legged on the cold rock in meditation.

This is the Sword Saint's training.

When waking on the second day, his body is nearly covered by the wind and snow, his hands holding onto his weapon nearly frozen, requiring only slight force to tear some skin.

His body grows weaker and his figure increasingly emaciated.

Within just one or two days, the frostbite on Su Ziyu's body had become severe to the point that his skin split open entirely, his body covered in black and blue marks, yet a powerful will still supports his body near its limit, keeping him moving forward step by step.

One day, two days, three days…

The time passes by day after day; in the end, Su Ziyu loses track of how far he has traveled. His thoughts become singular, just wanting to keep moving forward, seeing what the Lord of Death God once experienced, what he accomplished as a mortal, and believing that he can do the same.

Coldness and exhaustion seem to squeeze out Su Ziyu's last bit of life force; his whole being has withered, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment, yet unknown to him, his eyes have gathered a certain brilliance, the weaker his body gets, the more substantial the brilliance in his eyes seems to become.

Until finally, he loses the sense of pain, yet his essence qi, spirit, and energy seem to be forged into one.

He never felt his spiritual will so powerful.

Finally.

A wall covered in ice and snow appeared ahead, and Su Ziyu slowly stopped his steps; he reached his destination, walking barefoot in the icy Northern Lands, not using any extraordinary power, he spent seven days covering a thousand kilometers.

Just as Su Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief, believing this trial to conclude.

His spirit wavered.

Then in the next moment, an intent compelled him to grip the scimitar in his hand firmly, and the scene before his eyes gradually twisted. The high wall of ice and snow in the Northern Territory vanished, replaced by a throne burning numerous skull torches, built of blood and bones, a magnificent throne surrounded by countless demons, and at the very top of this throne was a terrifying, muscular figure.

——"Slaughterer [Incarnation of Death Divinity]!"

Countless demons suddenly turned to face Su Ziyu, then surged toward him like a tide, surrounding and tearing him apart in a moment, dozens of blades penetrating his body.

But he did not die; on the contrary, his injuries were healing rapidly.

"This is the Mental World."

"It's the Throne of Fear, a projection of Death Divinity!" A clarity floated up from the depth of his mind, suddenly understanding what he had to do.

Walking a thousand miles barefoot.

Now was the moment his spiritual will was tempered to the utmost limit, and what he had to do was defeat the incarnation of Death Divinity in the mental world before him. It should be just like what the Lord of Death God once did, consuming the first bit of divine power during his times as a mortal.

He seemingly went through similar illusions before but didn't do well because he wasn't prepared.

One hastily dealing with divine backlash, while the other traversing a thousand miles barefoot, precisely forging essence qi, spirit, and energy to the limit, and finally engaging in a battle of life and death with the divine incarnation!

Su Ziyu began to understand why he always failed to completely harness divine power.

"Come on!"

Understanding this point, Su Ziyu let out a low roar, clenching his weapon and resolutely charging towards the Slaughterer at the top of the Throne of Fear, with countless ominous demons rushing towards him.

If he couldn't complete even the trial path others had walked before, what right did he have to become the Guardian of time and space?

"Kill!"

In Su Ziyu's sight, there was only one goal: to ascend to the top of the Throne of Fear.

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