Chapter Ninety-Five: The Guardian of the World God

After quite some time, Tian Ming finally could no longer hold back...

Though words could be spoken this way, sharing such a small tent still made Tian Ming feel very uneasy.

Phew!

Casting a sidelong glance at Shu Meng’s stunning, almost otherworldly face, he took a deep breath. Before she noticed, Tian Ming carefully stood up... Since he didn’t need to cultivate—after all, he was constantly absorbing experience—and for cultivators, resting for a week was no issue.

Walking, walking!

Tian Ming quickly returned to his original spot. The journey was very quiet! Only the tremendous rumbling caused by the ancient beast flapping its wings could be heard. Perhaps most disciples had retreated into their tents by now, but Tian Ming also saw some others lingering outside, just like him.

“Strange! ...Why isn’t there a single person around?”

With a troubled look, Tian Ming surveyed the silent surroundings, a strange, indescribable feeling swelling in his heart.

The Blood Moon?

At that moment, Tian Ming seemed to see something and stared ahead in shock, hardly able to believe his eyes...

Boom!

Boom! Boom!!

“Bound on all sides, sealed in every direction...”

“Primordial Chaos: Spatial Lock!”

Faintly, Tian Ming thought he heard a weak voice from the sky, as if coming from ancient times, yet seeming close at hand.

Just as Tian Ming wanted to shout out to alert the sect, the starry sky reversed, and the scenery changed drastically! The ancient beast beneath his feet had long since vanished, and thick purple clouds rapidly closed in on him at the speed of light...

Suddenly, deep tunnels emerged within the purple clouds, and three black, bowl-shaped flying objects shot out. In the instant the purple lightning flickered, streaks of blue light trapped him in a small space.

“Who are you?” Tian Ming shouted, looking up at the three flying objects.

Although he had some guesses, Tian Ming could not understand how such advanced technology appeared here. Could it be to take him home? But that seemed absurd—after all, even after five or six thousand years, Earth could not leave the universe!

Not to mention, Tian Ming was currently in the second century...

“We are the Time-Space Guardians under the World God’s Throne. Do you realize the grave crime you have committed? You dared to flee from the first century into our Primordial Chaos Era, disturbing the world order. If you surrender now, the World God will show you some mercy.”

Just as Tian Ming was puzzled, a powerful mechanical voice echoed from the lead disc-shaped UFO.

“Why? I came to your century only to destroy the dark magic cultivators, and suffered greatly for it. You show no gratitude, yet now you come to stop me? Why should I obey you, you bastards!”

Hearing this, Tian Ming paused briefly, then roared with fury.

He knew that if he surrendered, he might lose his all-powerful Dora, as well as his cultivation! Worse still, his memories would be erased, and he would wander through life in a dazed haze. Who could accept such a fate worse than death?

“Pitiful mortal, you have no right to refuse!”

The indifferent voice came again from the UFO, accompanied by mocking laughter...

Oh?

“...What if I say no?”

Tian Ming listened quietly, clenching his fists and shaking his head with a bitter smile. He was no longer an ordinary person! If this were before, he might have backed down, but now, with his cultivation at the sixth tier of Void Meditation and profound insight into the world, how could he simply give up?

“According to the 32nd divine law of this era, all who disrupt the space-time order or resist will be pulverized, their souls condemned to the Nine Nether Abyss at the edge of heaven and the corner of the sea—never to be reborn, never to enter the cycle of reincarnation.”

As the words fell, that mechanical voice sounded again.

Within the disc-shaped UFO, the voice was devoid of emotion, as if these words were neither surprising nor moving. Tian Ming was even more astonished—could those inside be robots?

Pulverized, Nine Nether?

Ha ha ha...

“You Guardians, is all you can do to scare people? You won’t even show your true faces, yet you boldly claim I shall never reincarnate. What a joke!”

With a cold laugh, Tian Ming drew his Electric Light Sword and flew into the air, facing the UFO at a distance.

“How dare you, insignificant mortal, speak so defiantly! Prepare to die!”

At that moment, a black-and-white figure flashed out from the UFO. A silver-white gleam instantly burst forth, launching a fierce attack toward Tian Ming. The overwhelming energy distorted the surrounding space.

“Let’s see what you’re capable of...”

Facing the earth-shattering assault, Tian Ming calmly raised his left hand. Illusive shadows danced in the air as his palm formed countless ephemeral seals, like myriad great Dao paths, faint and elusive. Strong bursts of primal energy rapidly gathered...

With his sixth-tier Void Meditation cultivation, even heaven and earth seemed moved.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred-yard-wide white palm imprint took shape. Torrents of energy surged around like a boiling sea. The black-and-white figure was momentarily stunned—clearly, it had not expected such tremendous power from this youth.

“Begone! What kind of Guardian are you?”

Fierce and resolute, Tian Ming struck forward with a Plum Blossom Overbearing Palm, his face fierce as if devouring heaven and earth. He wanted to prove he was no weakling to be slaughtered at will. Why should these lofty beings dismiss him outright?

“Very well! You have successfully provoked me...”

The Guardian made no flashy move, merely lifting its mechanical, powerful arm, shattering the void and enveloping the small space. The hundred-yard-wide palm imprint instantly vanished into nothingness!

The Guardian’s cold, contemptuous gaze fell on the distant, spiritless, and defeated Tian Ming. Its expression was as cold as snow. The immense force of ancient and pure power crashed forward again, aiming to pulverize Tian Ming without leaving a trace...

“...Am I about to die? Heh.”

Watching the Guardian’s massive arm dominate his vision, Tian Ming’s heart grew desolate. Even his all-powerful Dora was nowhere to be seen. He never imagined his end would not be at the hands of dark magic cultivators, but by those who claimed to be the light’s Guardians!

Now, Tian Ming deeply regretted ever picking up that toy...

Bang! Bang!!!

Suddenly, just as Tian Ming had given up all hope, another figure flashed from within the UFO. Its speed was so fast that even light could not catch it.

“Shi Zhan! Do you want this planet to vanish?”

“...Damn it!”

Shi Zhan’s sweeping arm, just as it was about to strike, stopped abruptly. He glanced at the insignificant human before him.

“Hmph, mortal, consider yourself lucky. The World Spirit speaks for you.”