The Monarch-Chapter 489: The silver plain

Space had practically become a second skin for the young man, yet, unfortunately, he still hadn’t had time to fully train and cultivate the exact technique he wished to incorporate into his path, one that would turn him into an even greater monster.

As soon as Kayden mastered the basics of spatial comprehension to the point of altering time, all the training dummies vanished, and he found himself face-to-face with the man who had been standing at the center of the platform this entire time.

"Congratulations, what’s your name?" This man had been here for millions of years, completely cut off from any news from the outer universe.

"Kayden Heart," Kayden understood that the test had ended at that moment, and he had reached the end of this journey.

"Do you know the purpose of this platform?" the man asked, noticing that Kayden hadn’t reacted since entering.

"No, I came here just to train a little," Kayden’s voice sparked resentment in many, as everyone here saw this as a purpose of life, while it was just a pastime for him.

"I see," the man was somewhat skeptical at how casual it all was. "Anyway, this is just one of the many tests for those seeking contact with the space-time law at the heart of the plane."

Kayden was surprised; he had thought he would still have a long way to go, but this fortunate encounter provided a very welcome alternative. After so much time flying, he was finally about to reach his goal.

"I understand," Kayden showed no reaction, leaving the man with a sense of intrigue.

"There are a few things you need to know," the man said, changing the setting with a wave of his hand. Now, he and Kayden were flying above a vast plain of silvery grass. "Once you step in here, you’ll only be able to leave after achieving full mastery over the incomplete law of space, or the law of time, or perhaps even the space-time law."

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At this point, Kayden was wary, as this meant he could be trapped here for the rest of his life. When the natural gods left, there would be no way to exit this environment.

"How much time do we have left on this plane?" Kayden already understood that this person was in service to the natural gods.

"A few millennia, but don’t worry about that. Time doesn’t flow the same in there as it does here. In fact, time doesn’t pass in there; it’s frozen. You may even encounter beings older than gods within this plain."

Kayden hadn’t realized that this plane was the core of the plane. He no longer saw the law floating in the skies, but it was probably due to their proximity. The words of the false god shifted Kayden’s perspective; a power boost without losing time would always be welcomed in his eyes.

"Any more tips?"

"Don’t fight anyone, don’t get lost in the charms of time, and don’t believe the voices of time." Kayden raised an eyebrow but said nothing further as he descended toward the plain.

The silvery grass plain stretched as far as the eye could see, gleaming as if reflecting an invisible, calm, and ethereal light. Each blade of grass shone with a subtle silver glow, and the ground seemed to emanate a profound energy, as though it were alive and watching. Here, time and space intertwined unusually, giving the impression that the horizon could unravel and reassemble in the blink of an eye at any moment. The boundaries of the plain seemed in constant flux, so each step forward took Kayden to different places without him truly moving.

Within this time-space distortion, time had a peculiar presence. The sense of freezing was almost absolute as if each second were crystallized and preserved. Objects that appeared distant an instant ago could suddenly appear nearby, and echoes of past sounds reverberated like whispers of forgotten ages. Space wasn’t fixed; it shaped itself around those who inhabited it. Kayden felt the weight of the ages upon him, yet, at the same time, the liberation of being in a place where time didn’t flow as it should.

As soon as Kayden entered the plain, he felt everything change; nothing was as it was before. Space here existed and did not exist at the same time. His sixth sense was returning an absurd amount of information to him, stretching for millions of kilometers instead of a few hundred thousand, all due to the distortion, while in other areas, it barely reached a few meters.

Time here was also very different. Kayden saw a tree grow at an accelerated speed, only to return to being a seed moments later. This chaotic interaction of time was utterly frightening, but the strangest part was the voices; Kayden could hear echoes of voices and ancient battles.

These echoes told incredible stories, or they were merely trivial gossip. Kayden understood why one might get lost in these voices; he could spend an eternity seeking the secrets of beings long buried, only to realize that minutes had passed rapidly.

Kayden walked carefully across the silver plain, observing every detail around him. The grass, glistening silver, swayed subtly as if alive, greeting him as he advanced. At times, he saw distant figures that appeared to be past or future versions of himself, moving in sync before fading like smoke. With each step, the scenery seemed to rearrange itself; mountains, trees, and rivers would momentarily appear on the horizon before dissolving like shadows.

Time around him remained unchanged, as though the entire world were suspended in an eternal pause. He felt the weight of eternity on his back, yet the absence of temporal movement brought a quiet calm, where there was neither haste nor fatigue. Why would he strive for anything if there were no future here?

The urgency or desire to progress in this place could easily fade, as he could make advancement within a few thousand years if he pushed himself beyond his limits, but he could also achieve it in billions of years if he were lazy. This was the true danger of the time.