Chapter 613: Chapter 612: The Upper Reaches of the River of Time, the True Battlefield of Saints! [Three Updates]

He had actually never seen Confucius in person.

But when Mencius carried the Saint’s Book to the Celestial Court to teach Confucianism, he also showed Confucius’s portrait to all beings.

So, Lin Heng was not unfamiliar with this Confucian Saint who wished to become a teacher for all ages.

At this moment, in this strange place, upon seeing the appearance of Saint Kong, Lin Heng naturally and decisively gave chase.

However, that Saint Kong, who was walking along the river of time, seemed not to hear Lin Heng’s call.

He continued to ride up the river, heading towards the depths of the outer heavens.

"Confucius?"

Lin Heng called out several times, all ignored, and even when he blocked Confucius’s path, he was still ignored.

Lin Heng finally realized something was amiss.

"He can’t see me..."

"A Saint can’t see me, what exactly is going on?"

Lin Heng suddenly felt a bit panicked, realizing only now that he was out of place with the world around him.

Clearly part of it, yet feeling as if separated by yin and yang.

"Could it be, everything is an illusion, and I’ve actually long passed away?"

Lin Heng was dazed and distracted, unable to help but frown and say, "But I still have consciousness..."

"So what am I now? A ghost?"

"How could a Saint not see a ghost?"

"Just what is going on here?"

Lin Heng was plunged into confusion.

At this moment, from the depths of the heavens, there came the sound of shouting and killing, earth-shattering, shaking eternity.

It made the Divine Soul tremble!

Lin Heng pondered for a moment, watching Confucius step along the river towards the outer heavens, and he too decisively followed.

Not knowing exactly how long he chased or how many heavens he crossed.

Lin Heng finally saw the world of the Outer Heaven Universe.

There, a crimson hue spread out, with surging blood energy everywhere.

This blood energy came from All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

They were drawn here by some terrifying existence, entering a mysterious world through an ancient Bronze Giant Door, the deafening sounds of shouting and killing coming from within the Bronze Giant Door.

At that time, Confucius was standing quietly outside the Bronze Giant Door, stepping on the river of time.

Suddenly, accompanied by a rumbling loud noise.

The Bronze Giant Door was pushed open slightly from within.

A stunningly beautiful woman, face pale, staggered out from the door.

In an instant, upon seeing her appearance and figure, Lin Heng’s mind buzzed, blurting out, "Xiaoqian... Lady Nuwa?"

Indeed.

The woman emerging from the giant door was none other than Lady Nuwa!

He couldn’t help but call out, yet still no one heard, no one cared.

And at this time, a heavy voice came from within the Bronze Giant Door, sounding like advice, sounding like farewell.

"This era is a mistake, you need to leave, to transform the Way, to rebuild, in another correct time, for another correct person, to win more time."

Nuwa was touched, silent, yet tears fell down her face.

This saint, known as the common mother of the Human Race, at this moment showed a near hopeless compassion on her face.

"Go."

The person inside the Bronze Giant Door sighed, and the giant door began to rumble as it prepared to close again.

Who would have expected at this moment.

Confucius, stepping on the time-space river, suddenly spoke, "Wait!"

His voice stirred waves in the river, also causing the closure of the giant door to pause.

Lady Nuwa frowned slightly, looking at him.

Likewise.

The person inside the door should also have cast their gaze towards Confucius.

"Saint from future generations, why do you come?" the person inside the door asked, the tone becoming serious.

"I am puzzled by why the ancient sages fell, so I come from downstream of time, seeking to understand the truth of ancient history," Confucius said, in a heavy tone.

"The battlefield here ripples through time and space, even though you are from the past, you may not be unaffected," the person inside warned, advised.

"Thanks for the reminder, but I have no intention of intervening, nor do I dare to intervene, I just want to take a look, just a look through this door!" Confucius clarified his intention.

The person inside the door fell into brief silence, finally nodding.

Confucius, given permission, slightly excitedly clenched his fists, then treaded the river to the gap in the giant door.

But unknown to anyone.

Lin Heng had long been peeking at the scene inside through the gap in the giant door.

Unfortunately, inside was shrouded in thick fog, blood energy soaring to the skies, only the sounds of battlefield slaughter, unable to glimpse anything.

He hesitated, wondering whether to enter and see for himself.

As a result, as Confucius approached, the world inside the giant door cleared for a moment.

Also, in this extremely fleeting moment.

Lin Heng saw an unbelievable scene.

It was a boundless Sea of Blood, so vast it made Lin Heng feel like a speck of dust.

Every wave in the Sea of Blood represented a world.

Waves rising, waves vanishing.

Was the extinction of a world.

Universes in the heavens, in the Sea of Blood, were destroyed, reborn, cycled, replayed.

And across the Sea of Blood, Lin Heng vaguely saw many shocking scenes.

It was the Yinghuo Demon Star, hanging in the firmament, capturing souls from the world.

It was the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, spanning heaven and earth, slicing through the desolate ten regions.

There were phenomena of the Six Paths, illuminating all beings, cycling all things.

There was the Great Buddha towering over the world, leaning against the vastness, one hand holding up the sky.

There were also unspeakable entities, floating in the Sea of Blood.

Too many.

Too, too many.

In the Sea of Blood battlefield, every figure was among the most terrifying existences from ancient times to today.

The intensity of their battles was unimaginable!

Even Lin Heng, who fought all the way to this day, was stunned, watching the scene before him in shock.

And at this moment, the voice from behind the giant door spoke again.

"Saint from future generations, I hope one day to meet on the battlefield, as comrades, not opponents."

After saying this, the Bronze Giant Door slowly closed with a rumbling sound.

And at the moment of closing, Lin Heng vaguely saw the form of the one closing the door.

He sat on a huge disk, inside the disk were the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams, Five Elements and Six Ren, Heaven and Earth Evolution, Cosmic Principles.

Lin Heng was completely stunned, he was too familiar with that disk...

Because it was with the strength of the owner of that disk that Venerable Emperor Chong’en vanished from the world.

It appeared during the Human Emperor’s Finger display.

Therefore, the identity of that person was clear.

"Emperor Fu Xi..."

The giant door rumbled shut, Lin Heng mumbled to himself.

At this moment, he finally understood everything around him.

"Nuwa has not yet transformed the Way to rebuild, Emperor Fu Xi has not vanished, Ancestral Master Shangqing is on the opposite shore of the Sea of Blood, opening the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, the only Saint who certifies the Way with stars, Ying Huo, has not yet fallen, and even the Six Paths of Reincarnation also appeared there..."

"So, I am no longer in the present era..."

"Here is an unknown ancient history, inside is an unknown battlefield..."

"I... have arrived at the upstream of the river of time..."

Lin Heng’s expression was complex, dazed in place, his heart unable to calm from the shock.