Chapter 1280: An Empty Past, a Distinct Present
The old man in the hemp sandals in the Fifth Star Ring watched as the dusty light from his hands rose up and disappeared.
Memories of the past seemed to flit through his eyes. They were memories of the life of his son, Aurora. They ended with Aurora’s bitter smile as he begged to die.
The old man’s eyes filled with a brilliant light, and he began to pulse with an indescribable pressure. As a result, the void around him seemed to fill with bubbles. They contained life, death, and reincarnation. They contained beginnings and destructions. And they all stitched together to form what seemed to be a fairy tale that was very nearly true and real.
The old man reached out with his right hand to grasp the fairy tale! He was going to take the figures from within the memories and extract them through time. He would bring out the illusion and make the fairy tale real. They could become real in an instant!
The bubbles trembled as various versions of Immortal Lord Aurora appeared. Guided by the old man, the bubbles converged. As they did, the fluctuations that had filled the Fifth Star Ring ceased. Then, for some reason unknown to them, all living beings and all inanimate objects in the star ring began to tremble.
Something unspeakably terrifying was coming to life in the Fifth Star Ring. It was as if some mysterious thing that had been sealed for millions upon millions of years was on the verge of being released....
The old man’s hand faltered. Ultimately, he lowered his hand, and the image of Immortal Lord Aurora that had been about to form... once again faded away.
The ripples left the Fifth Star Ring. Everything went back to how they had been before.
The old man closed his eyes. In the end, he sighed with regret and pain.
“I can’t bring you back...” he murmured, looking at the palms of his hands. “Just give me some more time.... What’s happening now is what you always wanted to see....”