Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 230 Emperor? Nothing more than a large ant!

"Gentlemen, you look unfamiliar. You don't seem to be locals, do you?" Just as Yuri was wondering, a hoarse voice reached everyone's ears.

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"Alive?? And it can talk?!" Yuri was startled and quickly hid behind An Jing.

"I meant no harm, I was just curious. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

The old man bowed shakily, and the deep red flower in his hand suddenly unfurled its petals, revealing a flickering purple flame at its center. His gaunt face appeared exceptionally pale in the firelight, but his cloudy eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

"People from outside the region".

An Jing looked the old man up and down, especially at the flower in the old man's hand, which contained a very peculiar soul power.

To An Jing's surprise, the opponent had no fighting ability whatsoever.

Aside from his suspicious whereabouts, he is not much different from ordinary people.

"What rare guests! Outsiders indeed. Judging from your appearance, you're here to avenge the people here, aren't you? If so, I advise you to turn back before it's too late and avoid harming innocent people." The old man narrowed his eyes as he looked at An Jing and the others.

"Where did you get this flower in your hand?"

An Jing bypassed the topic entirely. Compared to the strange town, he was more curious about where this flower came from.

That flower in the old man's hand is a treasure! An Jing had a premonition that if he absorbed that flower, his spiritual power could reach a higher level!
Mental power becomes increasingly difficult to cultivate as one progresses. The ninth realm is essentially the limit for all top mages, and for those above the tenth realm, some tools are required.

For example, in the original work, Mo Fan's Black Dragon Suit, with its dragon head and horns, allowed him to reach the tenth realm of spiritual power.

An Jing did the same, relying on the various buffs from the Emperor of Time and Space, the Divine Eye of Time and Space, and the Chaos Trident to reach the fifteenth realm.

At the fifteenth level, one could say that even a single glance, aided by the power of space, could easily obliterate an emperor.

Upon hearing An Jing's words, the old man was slightly taken aback, but he still patiently explained: "The flower in my hand is called 'Returning Soul,' which is formed by absorbing the remnant souls of the dead."

“A dead person?” An Jing pondered, a strange thought emerging in his mind.

“If I slaughter everyone here, can I condense several Soul-Returning Flowers?” An Jing revealed a kind smile.

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The resurrection flower in the old man's hand suddenly moved without wind, and the edges of the petals glowed with a phosphorescent blue light.

Those "remnant souls" that should have been invisible now materialized into countless pained faces in the flower stamen, and each face opened its eyes at the same moment An Jing finished speaking.

"Young friend, you jest." The old man's withered fingers suddenly plunged into the heart of the flower, crushing one of the faces inside. A piercing shriek materialized, shattering the surrounding rubble. "The Resurrection Flower requires three conditions to bloom—"

Blood began to seep from the bricks and stones of the entire town, and the previously dazed townspeople suddenly turned their heads in unison. The same resurrected flower bloomed in their eye sockets, its roots writhing deep within their pupils.

"First, the deceased must harbor a deep-seated obsession." The old man tore open his hempen robe, revealing his chest covered in flower roots. "Second, the soil must be the flesh and blood of the flower grower." An Jing suddenly chuckled, and the dark light erupting from the tip of the Chaos Trident shredded the three nearest townspeople into a bloody mist. The scattered blood droplets condensed in the air into budding new stamens—this was the third condition the old man hadn't finished stating.

“Thirdly,” An Jing stroked the ancient inscriptions that suddenly lit up on the halberd, “it requires the spiritual power of an emperor as a guide.” His pupils were now completely transformed into swirling stardust, and countless ghostly hands wrapped in chains of time reached out from the shadows beneath his feet.

The old man's expression finally changed, and the resurrection flower in his hand suddenly grew into a towering tree, with each leaf displaying a distorted face.

An Jing casually snapped his fingers, and the chains that spanned time and space instantly shredded the giant tree into countless fragments of light, each fragment containing a screaming, remnant soul.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the Resurrection Flowers fell into An Jing's hands.

"emperor??"

Yuri's tone turned serious, and he stared intently at the old man before him.

I never expected that this seemingly ordinary old man would actually be an emperor. If he hadn't revealed himself, I probably would have been kept in the dark.

"What emperor? He's nothing but a slightly stronger ant." An Jing sneered, his five fingers suddenly clenching.

In an instant, the night seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky tore through the heavens and earth, bringing with it a suffocating pressure as it crashed down.

The old man's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted, and his withered body trembled uncontrollably. He had roamed the martial world for decades, but had never felt such terrifying pressure!

Before the giant hand in the void even fell, the surrounding space had already begun to distort and collapse!
"Wait, wait, wait!!" he screamed hoarsely, his voice filled with unprecedented panic. His withered fingers clenched his robes tightly, as if he could grasp at the last straw.

“Don’t worry,” An Jing said, a cruel smile curving his lips, his voice soft enough to send chills down your spine, “You won’t be alone. Everyone in the city will turn into resurrection flowers to keep you company.”

Before he could finish speaking, the void behind him suddenly distorted, and the colossal true form of Emperor Zafkiel burst forth. That eerie eye of spacetime spread like a plague, instantly engulfing the entire terrifying city!
Countless crimson rays of light swirled in his pupils, and then—

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Countless spatial spikes rained down like a torrential downpour, precisely piercing the heart of every living being. At that moment, the entire city transformed into a blood-red battlefield of carnage.

"What's going on??" Yuri hadn't even figured out what was happening when An Jing suddenly launched a full-scale massacre.
"It's a simple matter. The adults just took a fancy to that resurrection flower in that ant's hand." Nan shrugged.

Murder and robbery—such simple common sense.

In just a few breaths, the entire city was transformed into a living hell.

The mournful cries rose and fell, only to abruptly cease in an instant—each fallen body began to twist and dissolve eerily, transforming into wisps of ghostly blue souls.

These souls writhed in agony in the air, gradually being reshaped by some unseen force.

First, tender buds sprouted, then petals unfurled, and finally blossomed into bewitching, resurrecting flowers. The entire city was quickly covered by this eerie sea of ​​flowers, shimmering with an eerie light under the blood-red moonlight.

P.S.: Chapter Two is here!!!

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