Chapter 382: Time Dilation Bar

As if history was replaying itself, the White Night Demon Emperor's spirit trembled, filled with both rage and fear. It was this woman, Fang Yuzhu, who had single-handedly slaughtered the four supreme beings of their era, including him. At that time, she had just risen to prominence, quickly becoming one of the new supreme powers and had dominated several ancient emperors, ending that epoch.

Blood from his soul sprayed as he contorted under the pressure of her hand, reminiscent of a celestial dome crashing down upon him, suffocating him just like in the past.

His silver hair whipped about like a cascading waterfall, and his silver-white pupils shone with the sharpness of blades. With both hands pushing against the heavens, a massive silver wolf emerged from him, majestic and dominating the entire sky.

For a moment, white light boiled, and the silver wolf howled, seemingly defying fate itself. It was as if it sought to restart the universe, with primordial substances swirling into existence.

Space blurred and collapsed under his extraordinary power, threatening to burst open from the silver wolf's expansion.

Fang Yuzhu, unchanged in appearance, seemed to step directly from the ancient times, crossing ages to arrive in this moment. Her body, covered in gleaming armor, brought further collapse to the space around her with each step closer.

White Night coughed up blood, further oppressed, unwilling to relive the defeat of the past.

A soul-stirring howl erupted as the wolf's body, immense and boundless, with each strand of silver fur shining brightly, began transforming into silver patterns. Despite being forced to reveal its spirit form, it continued to grow, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Boom after boom, silver lights soared, more terrifying than immortal swords. White Night's body, covered in silver fur, unleashed beams of runes, equivalent to the simultaneous strike of ancient demon emperor swords, cutting through the heavens.

Countless silver lights, too many to count, filled the sky with a dense array of white swords, instilling fear with their presence in every inch of space.

The endless, uncountable burst of sword lights marked his desperate struggle. He aimed to shatter that pure white hand, to grind Fang Yuzhu into nothingness, refusing to let the defeat of yesterday repeat itself.

The space blurred and collapsed, pierced by countless swords of the Demon Emperor, enveloped in a white expanse. Even Zhang Daoling frowned slightly, acknowledging the well-deserved reputation of the ancient Demon Emperor's formidable power.

The Immortal Blood Sage was also taken aback, internally admiring the unrivaled ferocity and horror emanating from this supreme being of ancient times, now re-emerged in the world.

Fang Yuzhu had no intention of dragging out the battle. She struck with full force from the outset, determining the victor in a single clash. Her silver armor clanged majestically, as if an invincible goddess of war had descended.

Her snow-white palm seemed to contain worlds within grains of sand, universes within flowers, pressing down with overwhelming force.

With a thunderous crash, infinite runes descended from the crystalline patterns of her palm, shattering the myriad swords in the air. With just one strike, the massive silver wolf howled in pain, its body drenched in blood as it tumbled away.

The silver wolf, in its soul form amidst the radiation-bathed lands of the blood moon, received a significant boost, becoming even more colossal, stretching across the heavens and earth, surrounded by boundless super-material, swirling around it.

For a moment, the wolf's massive form was encircled by silver light that morphed into celestial bodies, with galaxies intertwining, stars twinkling, and the sun and moon suspended in the sky. The Demon Emperor, in his cosmic form, seemed to stand within the vast universe.

The trauma of their previous battle lingered like a nightmare. Now, he was desperate to avoid reliving that defeat.

The White Night Demon Emperor, with a galaxy in tow and surrounded by the cosmos, roared defiantly, swallowing the heavens and earth. In this depleted era, he tapped into the remnants of the rules to the fullest, attempting to obliterate Fang Yuzhu.

Unfortunately, under Fang Yuzhu's rare fierce gaze, all his resistance was doomed to futility.

Before her, two beams of sword light crossed, transcending the essence of the Sword Dao, interweaving patterns like rainbows and blades, launching forward.

The Demon Emperor's soul form was cleaved open, spilling vast amounts of soul light, like blood flowing. The so-called cosmos, stars, and sun and moon all dimmed in an instant.

Then, a pure white palm descended, causing all matter to disintegrate and explode.

The White Night Demon Emperor, once a figure of despair for many, revered as one of the most splendid powers of ancient times, faced the same outcome as before. Despite his past might, he could not withstand Fang Yuzhu.

He was slain once again! The reason Fang Yuzhu struck so mercilessly, revealing such intense killing intent, was because the person who died for her years ago was shattered right before her eyes by White Night and his cohorts.

Suddenly, the entire blood moon roared, its radiating power surged like a living creature's eye opening, with immense pressure piercing through.

"Fan Yuzhu, you wanted to find me, right? I'm in the land of the departed. Come on, can you find me?!" It was White Night Demon Emperor's voice, weak and angry.

Then, the super-material of the blood moon surged, transforming into something else—a pathway!

"Time and space are in chaos! I will make it so this significant part of your soul can't return to the present world!" White Night said coldly, as if his true body in the land of the departed was going mad.

The entity slain just now was merely the soul light he descended with; his true body had not come to the old earth.

From their positions, it was clear that the Immortal Blood Sage was an expert in the field of escape, always staying at the edge of the blood moon. Now, with a turn, he vanished from this place.

Zhang Daoling's copper mirror shone brightly, activating the Mirror Light Soul Locking Technique. A beam of light connected him with the Immortal Blood Sage, whisking Zhang away with him.

Wang Xuan reacted quickly, but being deep within the blood moon, he was swallowed by a vast, red pathway as soon as he mobilized the God-Slaying Banner.

Fang Yuzhu was also here, entering calmly without dodging, marching straight in.

As the world spun, Wang Xuan felt dizzy, with time and space in disarray. Traveling through the blood-colored passage, he saw the sky hanging low and the earth above, even glimpsing the land of the departed, where the true body of a mountainous silver wolf was pinned to the ground by four pillars, surrounded by blood.

Then, he saw the great curtain, the deep space of the universe, various warships.

He and Fang Yuzhu seemed to pass through layers of chaotic realms. Where were they heading?

Finally, he stabilized himself, no longer swaying, and began to descend along a foggy pathway into an unknown land.

"Where have we arrived? The Land of the Departed?" Wang Xuan inquired.

Fang Yuzhu regained her composure, her usual cold killing intent replaced by her normal, approachable demeanor. She often smiles, easily bridging the gap between herself and others, creating a sense of closeness.

"Perhaps it's the Land of the Departed, or perhaps an unknown place," Fang Yuzhu informed, smiling gently. Her serene and gentle appearance gave the impression that there was nothing to fear ahead.

Wang Xuan was speechless. Why? As a man, he found a sense of security in her presence, which was unforgivable!

"Really, it's reversed!" he shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" Fang Yuzhu turned to look at him, her fair nose perky, her beautiful eyes clear and piercing to the heart.

"Nothing!" Wang Xuan would never admit that walking alongside her gave him a sense of strong support beneath her gentleness, something a man should never reveal.

He quickly changed the subject, "If this is the Land of the Departed and we've come to their stronghold, could it be troublesome? There might be various unpredictable dangers."

"It's alright," Fang Yuzhu said calmly. "If this is the source of the Land of the Departed, I can resonate with my counterpart in the great curtain, borrowing great power. If it's just an ordinary place radiated by the extraordinary, let's just walk and see."

Wang Xuan was surprised. Could the great curtain and the source of the Land of the Departed be connected in some way?

Eventually, they landed, as if arriving from beyond the skies, emerging from the misty pathway into a place where various super-materials mingled together.

The world was dim, like chaos, making it hard to discern distant objects. But up close, Wang Xuan was greatly shocked by the sight of a massive mothership.

However, it was rusted, with large areas of the ship's body decaying, apparently unable to set sail or travel far.

"Where is this, and can we return?" Wang Xuan was startled, suddenly finding himself in such an unpredictable environment.

Was this the Land of the Departed? It was completely different from what he had imagined, with massive steel warships, super-materials, mysterious elements, and the essence of chaos all permeating the air.

"Lend me... a battle dress," Fang Yuzhu spoke, her expression changing before settling into calmness. Was she preparing for something?

She indeed possessed a divine spirit armor but chose not to wear it openly, preferring not to expose her spirit body's true form. Was she sensing something amiss?

Wang Xuan promptly handed one to her.

The silver light shimmered as the silver beast skin book expanded, draping elegantly over her figure like a unique white gown, exuding a sense of beauty.

Wang Xuan had to admit she wore it better than he did; when he wore it, he looked like a wrapped dumpling, reminiscent of someone from an ancient tribe. Fang Yuzhu, with a simple drape and a knot at her shoulder and waist, with the hem fluttering, brought a modern aesthetic to it.

Silently, he took the golden beast skin with two holes burnt through it and mimicked her style, finding it much more pleasing to the eye.

This place was special, with massive ancient mother ships scattered around, making it a fitting space for spirit bodies to move freely.

Soon, they sensed vibrant life signals coming from the mother ship. As they approached, they encountered an entrance in a foggy area, bustling with various beings coming and going.

"Welcome, honored guests, to the Space-Time Bar," greeted a catwoman at the door, her furry ears twitching playfully as she invited them inside.

Was the Land of the Departed always this hospitable? Wang Xuan was confused. Upon arrival, he chose to remain silent to avoid any missteps, merely nodding in response with composure.

"Please, come this way," they were guided into a metallic cabin that opened up into a vast space, where they were warmly greeted by everyone they passed.

This was nothing like what Wang Xuan had anticipated—no malice, just peace and a surprisingly modern vibe.

The path was long, leading into a bar where the lighting fluctuated between brightness and dimness. The noisy music had just ended, replaced by a gentle, soothing melody.

Wang Xuan observed quietly, unsettled. The beings here were powerful, even exceedingly so, with no sign of any lower-level extraordinary beings.

"Could you lend me... a battle dress?" Fang Yuzhu requested, her expression shifting before settling back into calmness. Was she being cautious about something? She had her own spiritual armor, but now, she preferred not to expose her spiritual body in this way. Was she sensing something?

Wang Xuan immediately handed one over to her. The silver glow dazzled as the silver beast skin book expanded, wrapping around her graceful figure like an unconventional white long dress, aesthetically pleasing.

Wang Xuan had to admit, she wore it much better than he ever did. When he wore it, he looked like a wrapped dumpling, as if he came from a primitive tribe. When Fang Yuzhu simply draped it over herself, tying it at the shoulder and waist with the skirt fluttering, she exuded a modern sense of beauty.

He was speechless, silently donning the golden beast skin with holes burned through it, mimicking her method. It seemed more pleasing to the eye on him as well.

This place was special, with ancient motherships lying in ruin, making it suitable for spirits to roam.

Soon, they sensed vibrant life signals from the mothership. As they approached, they saw an entrance in a misty area.

The area was bustling, with many beings coming and going.

"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the Time-Space Bar," greeted a cat woman at the door, her fluffy ears twitching playfully, inviting them inside.

What was this situation? Was the Land of the Departed this hospitable? Wang Xuan was confused. Upon arrival, he kept quiet to avoid showing weakness, simply nodding in response.

"Please, this way," the metal cabin beckoned them further inside, where the space opened up considerably. Every few steps, someone would warmly greet them.

This was entirely different from what Wang Xuan expected. There was no malice, only peace and a modern vibe.

The path was long, and the interior vast. Entering a bar where the lights dimmed and brightened, the noisy music just ended, replaced by a slow, soothing melody.

Wang Xuan only observed in silence, unsettled by the strength of the beings here, all of whom were exceptionally powerful, with no low-level transcendent beings in sight.

At the same time, the attire of these individuals was quite unique, mostly modern and even avant-garde, with shorts and crop tops being common.

Yet, there were also individuals in golden battle attire, exuding a divine and unapproachable majesty.

Others had feathers in their hair, appearing as young chieftains from tribes, with faces painted in colorful patterns.

Truly, this was an odd place, far beyond his expectations. He had never imagined a place associated with the Land of the Departed would be like this.

"This beautiful lady, you are the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. Are you a celestial from beyond the great curtain, or from somewhere else? May I invite you for a dance?" approached a young man with silver short hair, casually dressed in a jacket, admittedly handsome. However, Wang Xuan did not appreciate such advances, questioning if the man didn't notice him accompanying Fang Yuzhu. Unnecessary third wheels should keep their distance.

Fang Yuzhu smiled gently, her presence in the dimly lit, soft bar utterly enchanting. She politely indicated she was accompanied.

Wang Xuan nodded with a smile, yet inside, he was somewhat taken aback. Through his spiritual eye, he could discern the man's strength was formidable!

The man spread his hands politely and backed away.

Wang Xuan noted that every individual here, even the young and beautiful women, were masters of their craft, none to be underestimated.

"Respected sir, beautiful fairy, may I offer you a drink?" asked a young woman, ethereal, with even the waitstaff being beyond the ordinary. Looking closer, she was a modernly dressed... female elf!