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Chapter 291. The Truth of Time
As the shrill sound of the suona rang out, Jiang Jianxin could clearly feel the black stick in his hand trembling with excitement.

When the Tangguang Sword is excited, it emits white sword energy, while when the Death Scythe is happy, it flits out rings of black energy.

Before Jiang Jianxin could react, the black stick flew out on its own.

The straw tied to its rear end was still trembling, like golden flames.

Jiang Jianxin watched as it suddenly cracked open with a "hum," pouring out a dazzling light like the breaking of dawn.

"Eh--!"

Jiang Jianxin exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly flew forward to replenish its spiritual energy.

What's going on? Why is it so excited, like it's on a high?

As she flew, she asked her intuition in her mind.

The suona, for most musical instruments, is like the high priest.

"I answered intuitively."

After thousands of years of monotonous life, if you suddenly saw a beautiful high priestess singing and dancing, wouldn't you be happy?

Jiang Jianxin really didn't feel anything.

The two sentences that her intuition explained actually skewed her thinking.

—The scythe is a weapon of death, and the suona is a musical instrument. Whether they are happy or not is unknown, but these two instruments go quite well together.

The suona horn's sound grew increasingly impassioned, like a melody breaking through the air. The excited black stick trembled in the sound waves, creating layers of black and gold phantoms—the phantoms condensed, transforming into the shape of a giant scythe, which swept across the sky.

"Om——"

This sweeping strike, combined with the previous vertical slash, created a huge cross-shaped crack in the polluted area of ​​Tingyu Pool.

Deep within the rift, countless parasitic contaminants surged forth like a black tide, their viscous tentacles and limbs writhing and intertwining. And within that twisted darkness—

Jiang Jianxin's pupils contracted.

She saw a glimmer of silver light.

Extremely fine, yet extremely bright, like a sliver of light leaking out when time and space suddenly become displaced.

"Death Scythe—Slash there!"

The moment she blurted out the shout, the black stick moved in response.

"Om——"

A deep and majestic sound swept in all directions, and the black mist carrying a heavy death aura roared out.

Where the fog dissipated, that wisp of silver became even clearer. It was so thin it was almost invisible, yet it hung fiercely amidst the myriad filth, untouched and unmoved, as still as a divine pronouncement and as bright as a galaxy.

Jiang Jianxin couldn't recognize what it was, but the answer had already been revealed in her mind:
That is the anchor point of the truth of time.

Intuition is also a branch of truth, so naturally it is very familiar with its colleagues.

【What's the meaning? 】

Jiang Jianxin was not familiar with the concept of truth; her impression of truth was still based on intuition, something that spoke in her mind.

The branches of truth reside outside the realm, but influence the world through various means.

[I use a signal reception method, mapping my abilities to the relatively strong signal of the Light faction, giving them a warning, and releasing the power of the "answer".]

[By confusing the truth and creating the Ma Xian system, they like to possess "lucky ones," burning their memories as a trigger to massively alter the world's memory and unleash the power of "confusion."]

As for this truth about time...

When it comes to my colleagues' methods, I instinctively know them all by heart.

[Its physical form is extremely large, like a dark cloud, and it uses multiple anchor points to fix its position, ensuring that the world remains under its shadow, thereby interfering with "time."]

Intuition explains:
The faint silver thread you see now is the guide wire near its anchor point.

It doesn't possess or have any attached beings, but its anchor point possesses the power of time—this contaminated area can resurrect historical figures, presumably by exploiting the temporal distortions inherent in the truth of time.

Intuition fell into thought after saying that.

The truth of time holds a high position among the branches of truth, and even omniscience cannot know the anchor point of the truth of time. Previously, it thought that this contaminated area was just a grotesque replica created by contamination, and that the resurrected historical figures still died in their time.

But if the truth of time was involved in this event and acknowledged their birth—then it would truly be another kind of epoch-making continuation of life.

I thought this contaminated area was an illegal business, but it turns out it actually has a business license.

Intuition told me.

Jiang Jianxin didn't know what her intuition was grumbling about, but she understood the origin of the silver thread in front of her.

—The contaminated area relies on this to provide her with a continuous supply of production workers, so it cannot be disturbed.

She swung her black stick, clearing away a swirling mass of contaminants, and was about to continue her advance when a figure suddenly swept past her.

It was a young man, holding a bottle that shimmered with a ghostly light, who aimed it directly at the wisp of silver thread that was suspended in the air.

He wants to steal the anchor of the truth of time!

Intuition flashed through her mind like lightning.

The instant the silver thread was sucked into the bottle, Jiang Jianxin almost instinctively swung his hand back and struck – the black stick slammed heavily into the bottle with fierce force.

"Crack-!"

The light within the bottle shattered instantly, scattering glass shards everywhere. The thin, almost ethereal silver thread, too, burst forth with a torrent of silver light from the impact, splashing onto Jiang Jianxin.

The young man paused, then suddenly turned around.

Jiang Jianxin was also stunned.

How...did it break?

—Isn't this a depiction of the truth of time? Such a noble thing should be impervious to water and fire, so how come it breaks with just a simple cut?

【…】

Intuition was somewhat silent.

"You... how can you expect the threads of time to break when you try to cut them with the Grim Reaper's weapon?"

—Aside from its obvious position above truth, death is also specifically responsible for this.

The greatest nemesis of the truth of time is the god of death and silence, which symbolizes the end; this is common knowledge even in other realms.

However, Jiang Jianxin was unaware of this; she was still somewhat confused.

Just as I was about to ask what to do about the silver thread that she had cut, I sensed her anxiety and comforted her:

Don't underestimate the truth of time; it's not something to be taken lightly.

Jiang Jianxin tensed up upon seeing the first half of the sentence.

She gripped the black stick tightly, holding her breath, preparing to face the vicious retribution of the Truth of Time...

A pale silver dot appeared where the silver line had been, like the aiming point of a gun.

Then, with a "whoosh," like weeds sprouting anew, a new silver line appeared in the same spot.

The entire process of resurrection was smooth and seamless, without any interruptions in the expression of revenge or anger. The technique was extremely skillful, even bordering on docile.

At this point, the answer, Truth, also uttered the next sentence:
[If it gets cut, just put a new one on.]

"..."

For some reason, she inexplicably felt a sense of helplessness about the truth of time, a feeling that "if you piss me off, I'll just walk away in a flurry."

[Isn't it going to retaliate against the person who cut its line?]

Jiang Jianxin asked.

Its intuition knows its colleagues very well:
[Is it seeking revenge against the wielder of the Grim Reaper? This brings us to one of its guiding principles—]

Instead of pushing yourself too hard, give yourself a break.

Even if she could defeat me, I wouldn't fight her.

My inspiration dried up, so this update is a little late.