Chapter 307: Time-Space Scene

"Oh no."

On the other side, Black Wind Great Demon King and White Cloud City Lord, who had been confidently flying towards the space-time ice float, suddenly saw a streak of lightning rapidly approaching from the human side. Its speed startled them. "This speed is too fast!" they exclaimed. "Faster than many demon saints!"

"Good, good," True Martial King said, his face beaming with joy. "Junior Brother Meng, well done."

"Senior Brother, you're also formidable," Meng Chuan exclaimed, equally surprised. "Carrying you three hasn't significantly affected my speed." He had initially expected his speed to drastically decrease when carrying three people, thinking that maintaining fifty to sixty percent of his original speed would be a good outcome. Even at that reduced pace, he would still far outpace King Anhai.

Unexpectedly, True Martial King's profound realm allowed him to use his domain to assist their travel.

Carrying the three, Meng Chuan felt only a minimal burden. He could still maintain over eighty percent of his speed, covering fifteen li in a single flash.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.*

At this terrifying speed, Meng Chuan, True Martial King, and the others rapidly closed in on the starlight trailing five-colored ribbons.

"Chase them, quickly, chase them!" Black Wind Great Demon King urged, filled with anxiety.

"We won't catch up," White Cloud City Lord said, shaking his head, helplessness in his eyes.

When it came to combat, victory depended on many factors: coordination, treasures, and performance at critical moments. Sometimes, in a major battle, the stronger side might even suffer losses or lose their lives.

However, when comparing speed, there was no dispute.

Fast was fast, and slow was slow!

Meng Chuan, with the three others, transformed into a streak of lightning; he was simply too fast! Black Wind Great Demon King and White Cloud City Lord understood at a glance that the humans would reach the space-time ice float first.

They couldn't be caught!

"The two Anointed Kings on the human side have split up," White Cloud City Lord transmitted. "King Anhai is behind, while True Martial King is leading three Anointed Marquis. Let's rush over and combine our divine abilities to besiege and kill True Martial King."

"It's rumored that True Martial King has reached the threshold of Creation Realm power," Black Wind Great Demon King transmitted.

"Hmph," White Cloud City Lord sneered. "Those are just rumors. Has True Martial King ever fought any of our demon race's peak Fifth-Heaven beings? He guards Zhenwu Pass by merely bullying some Fourth-Heaven Demon Kings. Moreover, if you and I team up, even if he possesses Creation Realm threshold strength, we can still contend with him. Human bodies are relatively weak; if we combine our divine abilities, we might even kill him instantly."

"Good," Black Wind Great Demon King nodded in agreement.

A weaker body meant that one mistake could lead to instant death.

A strong body, however, granted the privilege of making mistakes. Both Black Wind Great Demon King and White Cloud City Lord possessed formidable bodies. They had roamed the demon realm for many years, perfecting their coordination and accumulating rich combat experience.

Meng Chuan, carrying the three, flew closer and closer to the starlight.

"So beautiful," Meng Chuan thought.

He watched.

Within the starlight lay a dark, ethereal ice float, about ten feet wide. Countless faint images shimmered within the ice. At close range, Meng Chuan saw visions of himself appearing on its surface.

Under a gloomy sky, a white-haired Meng Chuan sat alone on a city wall, drinking. A man approached and bowed respectfully; his features closely resembled Meng An, but he appeared much more mature.

In another vision, the white-haired Meng Chuan stood in the void, clutching his demon-slaying saber, gazing coldly at King Anhai and speaking.

King Anhai was laughing manically.

After seeing just two of these visions of himself, True Martial King waved his hand, and invisible fluctuations instantly restrained the rapidly moving space-time ice float.

"Collect," True Martial King commanded. He appeared somewhat strained as he forcibly put away the space-time ice float.

"Don't look at the space-time ice float," True Martial King transmitted to Meng Chuan. "Everyone sees something different when they look at it. I don't know what you saw, but those are merely possibilities of different temporal paths. Only those at the Creation Realm can barely utilize it. For you, such a treasure offers only harm, not benefit."

"Possibilities of different temporal paths?" Meng Chuan mused.

"They are just possibilities; you don't need to believe them," True Martial King kindly explained. "You can consider it as if you never saw anything."

Meng Chuan pondered.

How could he pretend not to have seen it?

White-haired? His cultivation of the physical body lineage allowed him to maintain peak vitality even at the end of his lifespan, so how could he possibly have white hair?

And what was going on with him and King Anhai?

The version of him in the vision... seemed very powerful. Meng Chuan could faintly sense this because the 'King Anhai' in the image was stronger than the current one, yet he himself appeared even more formidable.

"And An'er," Meng Chuan thought, remembering the mature Meng An.

"Different temporal paths, merely possibilities?" Meng Chuan's heart felt somewhat unsettled.

True Martial King, seeing White Cloud City Lord and Black Wind Great Demon King rapidly closing in from afar, still took a moment to instruct Meng Chuan: "I, too, can glimpse the River of Time, and I can tell you with certainty: the past cannot be changed, but the future remains unknown." True Martial King feared that Meng Chuan might be too traumatized by seeing a 'nightmarish' future.

In truth, the scenes Meng Chuan witnessed weren't overly shocking.

"Senior Brother Meng, what did you see?" Yan Chitong asked, curious. He and Xue Feng had been shielded, as True Martial King had prevented them from seeing the space-time ice float up close.

As Meng Chuan was the one carrying the three towards the space-time ice float, his vision naturally couldn't be obstructed.

"Nothing," Meng Chuan replied, temporarily suppressing his thoughts. He then noticed White Cloud City Lord and Black Wind Great Demon King charging towards them from afar.

"White Cloud Chaos!"

White Cloud City Lord's voice echoed from a distance as his white wings suddenly unfurled.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...* Streaks of white light soared from his wings, thousands of them sweeping towards them like an overwhelming tide.

"Somewhat interesting," True Martial King remarked.

True Martial King stood his ground, shielding Meng Chuan, Yan Chitong, and Xue Feng behind him.

An invisible domain enveloped the surroundings.

*Puff, puff, puff...* As the white streaks entered the domain, they disintegrated one by one. In the end, only three feathers resisted the disintegration, flying at super-high speed within the domain as they targeted True Martial King.

"His domain directly crushed my nine thousand white feathers?" White Cloud City Lord was utterly astonished. His 'White Cloud Chaos' relied on nine thousand white feathers to conceal three deadly feather attacks, a mix of true and false that held extraordinary power. Yet, True Martial King had crushed nine thousand white feathers with just his domain, leaving only the three truly refined feathers. This significantly diminished the threat.

"Attack," Black Wind Great Demon King roared, charging forward at close range, enveloped in black wind.

"Kill," White Cloud City Lord echoed, transforming into a streak of white light as he attacked.

They were, after all, Demon Kings, and close-range combat was their specialty.

True Martial King, however, watched calmly.

From a distance, King Anhai was rapidly approaching, though it was clear he would still need three breaths of time to arrive. He watched carefully, eager to witness True Martial King's methods.

*Boom.* *Boom.*

As the two Demon Kings closed in, True Martial King, a seemingly gentle old man, unleashed two punches from where he stood.

The first punch, hazy and gray, shot towards Black Wind Great Demon King.

The second, identical punch struck White Cloud City Lord.

"Using fists?" Black Wind Great Demon King, a black bear a hundred zhang tall, countered by swatting his bear paw directly onto the hazy gray punch shadow.

"Ah!" Black Wind Great Demon King roared in pain. A large hole silently appeared in his bear paw, its flesh, blood, and fur instantly turning into nothingness. After piercing the paw, the hazy gray punch shadow instantly reached the demon king's head, blasting a hole through it. Not a drop of blood flowed; everything in the punch's path turned utterly to void.

Black Wind Great Demon King's powerful physical body was utterly unable to resist this punch, and he was completely pierced through. His bear paw struggled to heal the wound, and the hole in his head was also slowly closing.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

White Cloud City Lord's wings were sharp as divine weapons, and he intended to slash at True Martial King. However, he was also struck by the hazy gray punch shadow. Being smaller in stature, his entire body, including his wings, was utterly pulverized by the punch, turning into nothingness.

He simply vanished! Not a trace of him remained!

White Cloud City Lord, regardless of any other techniques or divine abilities he possessed, had simply vanished with a single punch!

"Are the True Martial Seven Absolutes that powerful?" King Anhai's pupils contracted as he watched the scene.

Although King Anhai had also reached the threshold of the Creation Realm and possessed the Cangyuan Grotto-Heaven inheritance, it was widely acknowledged that True Martial King was Yuanchu Mountain's foremost Anointed King of their generation.

However, True Martial King had not fully exerted himself in a very long time, as there were simply too few opportunities in the human world that demanded his full power.