Beyond the Timescape

The moment Xu Qing emerged from the flame pagoda, the black mutagen of the host of gods fluctuated so violently the starry sky shook. All eyes were fixed on him there by the red giant, including those of both gods and immortals. And then, all gazes shifted from Xu Qing to the cage he was dragging behind him.

Gazes could have weight, especially those of the gods. It was weight that could crush down on the body and suppress the soul. In an instant, Xu Qing felt like his soul was about to be shredded. The gazes of the immortals opposed that. So as the pressure from the gods built, the immortals looked over and dispelled the pressure.

Xu Qing proceeded, surrounded by loud rumbling sounds as the void rippled, shook, became clear, and then collapsed, over and over again. His face was completely expressionless as he continued to drag the cage forward. Soon he was beyond the borders of the red star, where he stopped and looked around coldly.

This spot was in between the Fourth and Fifth Star Rings, and had once been a battlefield. Because of the blue stellar clouds in the area, it was known as... the Blue Wastes!

Black and white filled the sky, while blue clouds swirled everywhere. The shattered remains of the planets that stretched out endlessly looked like the hulking spines of huge beasts. The surfaces of shattered planets had strange markings crawling across them that looked like bulging veins. The faceoff between the gods and immortals made the markings pulse, which in turn caused the shattered planets to glitter with rippling blood-red light.

Beauty and majesty coexisted! That was the backdrop for the scene!

Framed against that backdrop was an army of cultivators organized in ranks that seemed to conform to the overall structure of the entire Fifth Star Ring. It was so majestic and massive that the army seemed to never end. Seen from afar, it looked like dots organized neatly on a chart, but closer examination would reveal that each dot was made of 10,000 troops!

In the middle of it all was an enormous war drum covered with designs of gobblewocks and heaveneaters. When Xu Qing stopped moving forward, the drum echoed out with a thunderous roar.

On the other side of the same backdrop was the army of gods with their mutagen. They had numerous planets, shrunken down and covered with flesh, that spat out endless mutagen. Atop each of those planets were hosts of gods. Their forces also seemed to go on without end.

Behind that were enormous conglomerations of mutated flesh and blood that looked like bows made of space rock, with strings made of starry rivers. They were taut... and thrummed with a sound that made the atmosphere very tense.

What was more, there were golden shooting stars that flew back and forth on the side of the gods, following mysterious orbital paths that formed a defensive barrier. Whenever the sound of the cultivators’ drums threatened to invade the territory of the gods, black holes would appear on that barrier, and would swallow up the sound and the light that tried to pass them.

It was a dramatic and majestic sight. What was even shocking to the immortals and gods was the vast area overhead. That... was where a scroll painting and a godly river were at odds.