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"It's here! So it really is this same time and space?"

Sensing the unusual spacetime fluctuations enveloping Arad, Rosso's face showed a hint of understanding.

Ever since the spirit world began to take shape as a universe, Rosso has been able to sense that this spacetime was forcibly torn apart at some point in time. The original, relatively complete world essence was split in two at that moment. Apart from Rosso himself, everyone and everything else was perfectly replicated in another spacetime.

"Could there be a so-called 'sacred timeline' here? Did someone throw in elements that don't belong to the perfect timeline in order to ensure the completeness of the timeline?"

As he sensed the time traveler getting closer and closer to this space-time, Rosso pondered.

Not long after, somewhere in the celestial realm, a figure with white hair and purple eyes, wearing goggles, slightly hunched over, and with a cunning and treacherous expression, jumped out from the dimensional space.

At the same location, but at a different point in time, a uniquely shaped spaceship, clearly not something that the celestial realm could possess at present, also broke through dimensional space and landed on the land of the celestial realm.

Rosso smiled with satisfaction as he sensed the souls bearing the marks of other dimensions appearing on the spaceship.

In another timeline, aboard the dimensional spaceship Vahaid, a petite girl with two long ponytails and a giant slingshot strapped to her back said to the person standing at the bow of the ship, "Adventurer, don't be nervous, trust Becky's abilities!"

Upon hearing this, the person referred to as the adventurer stroked Becky's blond hair: "Of course I trust Becky. She seemed nervous just now because she had a vague sense of being watched."

"A sense of being watched? You mean someone is watching us?" Becky was puzzled. What kind of being could exist in a dimensional rift?

"Maybe it's just my imagination!" The adventurer shook his head, dismissing the idea.

On the ship, besides Becky and the adventurer, there were several other people. After the ship came to a stop, everyone disembarked one after another, truly setting foot on the land belonging to the Celestial Realm—the outskirts of Ghent.

"This...it really seems to be the Celestial Realm? The Celestial Realm of the past?" A woman with short, noticeably dyed gray hair and wearing a distinctive crop top exclaimed. She was none other than Maicel Kurio, one of the Seven Winged Gods of the Future Celestial Realm.

"That's right. To find Sirocco's consciousness, we first need to know where we are and what time this is. This place is different from the past that I and the adventurers experienced; it's completely unfamiliar to us. Everyone, please proceed with caution!"

A handsome man with messy, unruly brown hair, wearing a gray-black robe half-draped over his shoulders, and holding a bamboo sword, gave a timely reminder.

"Let's go, I spotted someone up ahead. We'll find out if we ask."

As the group approached, they gradually got a clearer picture of the people they had spotted earlier.

"Be careful, his attire doesn't look like what a Celestial being should look like at this time!" As one of the seven Celestial Gods' elytra, Maisheer Kurio's familiarity with the Celestial Realm is unmatched by anyone else, including its culture and history.

Upon hearing this, others also had to become more vigilant about the unknown individuals in front of them.

Under the suspicious or wary gazes of the crowd, Rosso slowly turned around to face the group of intruders from another dimension.

"You've come to the wrong place!" The calm voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

The adventurer instinctively gripped his weapon tighter. He could sense that the mysterious figure before him gave him a feeling far greater than when he faced apostles like Prey!

Moreover, he had reason to suspect that the feeling of being spied on earlier originated from the person in front of him.

Maisieur Curiu frowned as she quickly scanned Rosso's attire and aura, trying to find a matching record in her memory bank, but to no avail.

"Who are you? Where is this place? Why do you say we've come to the wrong place?" Xi Lan, a middle-aged man with a free and unrestrained air, stepped forward and asked in a deep voice. Based on his extensive experience in time-traveling adventures, he knew the person before him was no ordinary individual.

Rosso's gaze swept over everyone, finally lingering briefly on the adventurer.

"Who I am is not important," Rosso said slowly. "What is important is that your journey in pursuit of Sirocco's consciousness should not have led you to this 'branch'."

This is a fragment that was "pruned" from the main timeline, a parallel universe that was forced to separate due to having too many "variables".

"Didn't you notice that there isn't even the slightest trace of Sirocco's divine consciousness here?"

"Branching? Pruning? Parallel universes?" As a scientist, Maisheer Kurio was no stranger to these concepts, but hearing someone assert such a thing firsthand still shocked him. "You mean, we've traveled through time and space to... a flawed, fragmented Arad world?"

"That's one way to understand it." Rosso nodded. "In order to maintain the purity of a certain 'perfect' or 'established' timeline, someone cut off and banished some 'variables' and 'errors' that did not conform to its development trajectory, along with the spacetime fragments they were in, to this place."

"Let me ask you a question first," Rosso suddenly changed the subject, "You should know about the Dark Crusade, right?"

"Of course we know that!" Xilan answered first. "Apostle Michel led the priests to fight against the imposters led by Apostle Ozma, and finally sealed Ozma away. This history is known as the Dark Holy War."

"Have you ever heard of Zhao Xin?" Rosso asked again.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Seeing this, Rosso smiled and said, "Then I understand."

Then, pointing to the ground beneath their feet, they said, "The 'past heaven' that you are experiencing is indeed the heaven, but it is not the heaven of your history."

The adventurers exchanged bewildered glances; the news was too shocking. They had endured countless hardships traveling through time and space, only to find themselves in the "wrong" place?

"What should we do then?" Becky asked anxiously.

"Since someone brought you here, it's not a waste of time. Perhaps what you want to do can only be accomplished here. Even if you go back and start over, the result will still be the same in this time and space. If you don't believe me, you can try..."

Rosso’s words carried a certainty, as if he were stating a simple fact.

west Lan frowned as he tried to activate his senses of time and space, carefully perceiving his surroundings.

A moment later, his expression turned grim: "What he said might be true. I can no longer sense the existence of the portal!"

Since being fortunate enough to be recognized by the rulers of time and space, Xilan had never encountered such a situation before. And without a time portal, there's generally only one possibility—that this time and space doesn't have a ruling race!