Chapter 1175: Real History

Upon the firmament of mirrored history, the starry sky was distorted, the stars blurred, and countless bubbles shimmered, yet they lacked red light. Red, however, was present within the light itself.

Crimson aurora ripples appeared to be waging war against the other colors!

Within the play of light and shadow, the Aurora Immortal Lord and that ancient hand continued to draw closer.

Perceiving this scene, Xu Qing suddenly recalled the Great Demon King he had encountered in the second layer of the world. Everything unfolding in the sky here bore a striking resemblance to that second layer.

Meanwhile, on the desolate land, the space-time gate that stood there also flickered. Its light, however, was not multicolored; it was solely black and white.

Therefore, that space-time gate, while appearing as a gateway, was also like a mirror, similar to what was observed in the first layer of the world.

A thread of enlightenment rippled through Xu Qing's consciousness.

Concurrently, he noticed that the black and white light emanating from the space-time gate was not in wisps, but rather scattered like luminous dust. It enveloped the Young Lord Aurora and Immortal Fairy Linghuang, constantly merging into the Young Lord Aurora's body and resonating with Xu Qing's own consciousness. Xu Qing was not particularly surprised by this phenomenon.

The sands of time and space had formed because of him; the ripples of time and space had been set in motion by him.

Therefore, the space-time gate that formed was inherently linked to his Time-Space Law. It was borrowed by the Young Lord Aurora and Linghuang, who used their ancient memories as a focal point to create a bond connecting the past and the present.

Thus, this journey into true history required Xu Qing's witnessing.

"Young friend, would you be willing to accompany us, husband and wife, back to the past?"

The Young Lord Aurora murmured softly, his voice drifting into the void, reaching Linghuang's ear, and resonating within Xu Qing's consciousness. His tone was gentle, and Linghuang, with a soft gaze, offered her assurance beside him.

"Young friend, you are our benefactor. Regardless of our fate on this journey, be it life or death, we promise to ensure your safety and well-being!" Xu Qing remained silent, sensing the Young Lord and Linghuang, before finally...

"Very well!""Thank you..."

The Young Lord Aurora spoke softly, and Immortal Fairy Linghuang echoed his sentiment.

Then, holding hands and gazing at each other, they stepped towards the space-time gate! It was as if they were venturing into the world that preceded the first layer.

Stepping into... true history!

History unfolds within time; it is the passage of years, the sand and silt beneath the river of time. More profoundly, it is a record and reflection of time itself.

Time itself provides the background and framework for historical development.

Through time, people can organize and interpret past events. Simultaneously, however, time itself reveals its own flow and transformation through the evolution of history.

For ordinary individuals, this remains largely conceptual. However, for cultivators who wield the Time-Space Law, it presents an unparalleled opportunity to deepen their understanding.

Mirroring, in this context, is akin to placing a mirror upon this river. The mirror then naturally reflects the scene of the river segment it encompasses.

This reflected scene is the mirrored history.

"Its formation was a manifestation of my former Law."

In the mirror, the figures of the Young Lord Aurora and Immortal Fairy Linghuang slowly emerged. The moment he stood upon the long river of time, he spoke softly to Xu Qing.

Xu Qing's heart found confirmation, and his understanding of the Time Law was further deepened. He then transmitted a divine thought.

"So, everything here is actually subjectively formed. Because people believe time and space can appear as a river, it does."

The Young Lord Aurora smiled upon hearing this.

"My father also said that exact thing."

As he spoke, the Young Lord Aurora took Immortal Fairy Linghuang's hand, stepped into the river below, submerging themselves until they landed on the sand and silt at the riverbed. They began walking forward, upstream.

Walking forward, against the current.

With each step they took, the sand and silt beneath them shimmered and swirled.

While appearing to change, the sand and silt would return to their original state once the Young Lord Aurora's footsteps moved on, without deviating in the slightest from their position. This phenomenon captured Xu Qing's attention.

"My father once offered an explanation for this," Immortal Fairy Linghuang, the Young Lord Aurora's wife, gently interjected, addressing Xu Qing.

"Because past time and space, like turned pages, no longer exist as time flows, the traces they leave behind contain secrets. These secrets then form their own inherent order." Xu Qing fell into contemplation upon hearing this.

The Law of the Nine Shores Immortal Lord was Mystery. This was clearly the history as viewed from that particular perspective. Different viewpoints would undoubtedly yield a more comprehensive understanding of both history and time.

Thus, walking within the long river of time and space, treading upon the sands formed by history, Xu Qing gained profound insights from this unparalleled opportunity. He allowed his own Time-Space Law to fully spread throughout this temporal river.

Gradually, ripples began to stir within his Time-Space Law.

These ripples grew steadily, transforming into a whirlpool that absorbed the knowledge of time and space.

Ultimately, it swelled into an unprecedented surge, spreading in all directions like an undercurrent stirring up sand. The shimmering of each grain of sand contained vivid images of time and space.

At this moment, they all imprinted themselves upon his mind.

For Xu Qing, who cultivated the Time-Space Law, no greater fortune could compare to being simultaneously immersed within time and yet transcending it. The Young Lord Aurora and Immortal Fairy Linghuang naturally perceived the changes unfolding around them.

They exchanged glances, and then... their pace slowed considerably. Despite their strong determination to reach their destination and their desire to arrive sooner.

However, since this was an unparalleled fortuitous opportunity for Xu Qing, they were willing to facilitate it, just as he was willing to facilitate them.

Thus, on their journey forward, this personal experience of traveling from the present back to mirrored history, and then from mirrored history into the true past, provided Xu Qing with an unparalleled augmentation of his understanding of time and space.

And as this augmentation reached its zenith, an inexplicable cracking sound reverberated within Xu Qing's consciousness. It was the sound of a lock on the Time-Space Law being unfastened.

At the moment the lock was unfastened, countless sands of time and space churned violently, converging from all directions, swirling around him, and flooding into Xu Qing's consciousness. Their sheer volume far surpassed that of the previous hourglass!

Finally, within this long river of time, the footsteps of the Young Lord Aurora and Immortal Fairy Linghuang neared their destination. The moment they stepped upon the origin point of their memories... a soft sigh resonated through time.

The sigh stirred up sand and rippled the river water. Aided by Xu Qing's Time-Space Law, scenes like historical book pages, visible to the Young Lord Aurora, slowly unfolded before them, replacing all else.

The long river of time and space dissipated, and the former Immortal Palace appeared before their eyes.

Yet, a veil seemed to shroud their vision, making everything blurry, as if seeing flowers through mist or gazing at the moon's reflection in water.

Amidst this blur, Xu Qing discerned a figure: the Aurora Immortal Lord.

Dressed in white, with a head of white hair, he stood alone before an iceberg.

His expression was bitter and bewildered, concealing a profound sorrow. These emotions converged, transforming into sheer loneliness.

"In the years ahead, it will be just the two of us, father and son... I will be with you as you grow."

Within the iceberg, an infant was sealed. The infant's identity was self-evident.

The scene grew increasingly blurry, as if time itself was being accelerated. One could faintly discern the infant slowly growing up under the Aurora Immortal Lord's care, marked by moments of heartwarming babbling.

The laughter of being held by his father.

The joy of climbing high mountains hand-in-hand.

And in the breaking dawn, the boy sat on his father's shoulders, pointing to the sky and echoing the words: "Daddy, I want the sun and moon to always be there. I like them."

The Aurora Immortal Lord smiled, finding a form of healing in this companionship. The once empty Immortal Palace gradually became more populated.

Attendants, followers, and disciples arrived; Xu Qing even caught sight of the Fourth True Monarch. They appeared one by one, each with a smile, showing respect to the Immortal Lord and fondness for the Young Lord. Together, they accompanied him, watching him grow.

The Immortal Palace was bathed in light. Yet, this beauty was fleeting.

As the pages of history turned and time flowed, the light of the Immortal Palace dimmed on this particular day, then suddenly... vanished. Blackness permeated the heavens and earth of the Immortal Palace, saturating every corner.

The Immortal Lord who emerged from the darkness no longer wore white robes.

Dressed in black garments, his black hair swirling throughout the Immortal Palace, he bore a cold gaze that ushered in slaughter. He personally crushed his followers to death, erased his attendants, and cruelly slaughtered his own disciples.

All four disciples met a tragic end. The entire Immortal Palace was saturated with bloodshed.

Blood flowed across the ground, and shattered flesh clung to all the buildings.

After the Immortal Palace fell silent, only one boy remained, cowering in the sea of blood, trembling, his expression terrified and plunged into endless despair. Before him, his father's figure, coalesced from blackness, floated and slowly raised a hand.

However, that hand trembled, and the blackness around him churned.

His expression was intensely distorted, as if he were struggling and restraining himself. Finally, the moment his hand descended, it gently stroked the boy's head. The light of the rising sun, accompanied by tears, fell upon the boy's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The Immortal Lord's robes turned white, and his black hair became white. He embraced the trembling boy, murmuring bitterly. Then, he erased the boy's memories and purged the bloodbath from the Immortal Palace.

When the boy awoke, the sun shone brightly, and everyone in the Immortal Palace was present. Their smiles were unchanged, and their behavior showed no abnormality whatsoever. Just as they had been in life, they continued to accompany the boy, living on in joy.

The only difference was that from that day forward, the Aurora Immortal Lord instructed the boy not to seek him out when night fell.

Beneath the Immortal Lord's grand hall, an underground palace with iron chains appeared. Whenever night fell, unheard, painful growls would echo from within.

And so, day after day, year after year...

The boy grew up and comprehended his own Law, a special one named Mirror. However, this Law was subtly altered by unseen forces.

On the night he perceived his offspring's Law being altered, the pain in the underground palace surpassed all previous instances, until... blackness once again permeated the entire Immortal Palace. Then, at the moment of dawn, everything returned to normal.

Originally, time would have continued to flow as usual, permeating these illusory beings and the world shared only by father and son. Until one day, a young girl arrived, driven by an unwavering obsession.

Thus, the number of living individuals became three. And so, a grand wedding ceremony unfolded before their eyes.