NOVGO.NET Chapter 2991: The Hunt (3)
Chapter 2991: The Hunt (3)
Timeline 167 — Palace of Radiance
The golden lotus in Mingguang’s hand withered without warning.
The Primordial God of Radiance frowned as the flower’s petals blackened and crumbled to ash between his fingers. Such things did not happen in his realm—not unless the fundamental laws were disturbed.
A scroll materialized before him, unfurling on its own. Crimson words bled across its surface:
“The God-Slayer comes. He has already claimed Xuan Ji, Lan Huo, and the Celestial Might. You are next.”
Mingguang’s divine aura flared, vaporizing the scroll instantly. “Who dares—?”
But there was no trace of the sender. Only the lingering scent of ozone—and something darker beneath it.
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Timeline 4728 — The Abyssal Court
Lady Abyss stirred from her slumber when the waters turned cold.
A corpse floated before her—the God of Whispers, his throat slit, his divine essence drained. Wrapped around his wrist was a single strand of hair, black as the void between stars.
She recognized it immediately.
The God-Slayer’s signature.
Her tentacles thrashed, sending shockwaves through the depths. “Sound the alarms! Prepare the Leviathan Seals!”
Her servants scrambled, but one question burned in her mind:
Who delivered this warning?
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Timeline 8295 — The Celestial Forge
The God of Artifacts nearly dropped his hammer when his latest creation—a divine compass—spun wildly before cracking down the middle.
Smoke rose from its broken core, forming a map of the cosmos. Red dots marked locations—all places where Primordial Gods had fallen.
The last dot pulsed ominously over his own forge.
A voice whispered from the smoke, genderless and cold:
“He comes for your creations next.”
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Timeline 579 — The Garden of Eternal Dawn
The Twin Gods of Seasons froze mid-laughter.
Between them, the reflection in their shared mirror changed. Instead of their faces, it showed a battlefield littered with divine corpses—and a lone figure walking toward them, a black sword humming in his grip.
Spring gasped. “Is this… the future?”
Summer reached out, but the mirror shattered before he could touch it. The shards reformed into a single character:
“Run.”
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Timeline 14963 — The Hall of Infinite Records
The Keeper of Histories was reviewing ancient texts when an entire shelf of scrolls combusted simultaneously.
As he rushed to extinguish the flames, he noticed one scroll remained untouched. Unrolling it, he found a new entry—written in fresh ink that smelled of blood:
“Yun Lintian, the God-Slayer. Current kill count: 37 Primordial Gods. Predicted next target: This hall.”
The Keeper’s hands trembled. These records only updated after events occurred. For one to predict the future…
Someone is manipulating us.
But when he tried to trace the ink’s origin, the scroll disintegrated.
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Nian Shi observed the chaos through his mirrors, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Fabricating omens was child’s play for the God of Time. A withered flower here, a corpse delivered there—each carefully crafted to provoke maximum panic without revealing his hand.
Let them think fate itself warned them. Let them prepare futile defenses.
Every god who rallied against Yun Lintian was another stepping stone toward the Creator’s realm.
And when the time came…
Nian Shi would be waiting.
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Compared to the chaos in various timelines, the Land of Beyond Heaven was exceptionally tranquil, its vast expanse stretching endlessly beneath an artificial sky.
Mist curled over the serene lake where seven towers stood connected by elegant bridges.
The distant Tree of Life pulsed with gentle energy, its branches swaying as if whispering to the children playing beneath it—Dragon God clansmen in human forms and Wood Spirit people with their delicate, elf-like ears.
These people survived the catastrophe that Nian Shi brought.
Inside the modern villa—a relic of Yun Lintian’s past life on Earth—the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.
Nantian Fengyu paced back and forth in the living room, her fiery energy making the temperature go up with every step. The others sat on plush sofas, their expressions grim.
Long Xi leaned against the armrest, her draconic eyes dark with worry. Long Niu clutched a pillow tightly, her usual cheer gone. Long Qingxuan’s fingers dug into her knees, her mind racing.
At this moment, Yun Xia sighed heavily. “No matter what we think, the truth remains—we are powerless against Nian Shi.”
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Long Niu’s voice was small. “If Sister Qianxue and the others were here… they might have had a plan.”
A heavy silence followed. The loss was still raw. Yun Qianxue, the others—gone in an instant, erased from existence by Nian Shi’s hand. It felt unreal, even now.
Long Xi stood abruptly. “I need air.”
Yun Xia nodded and followed her out. Zhang Yu, sensing the tension, picked up Gui Xuan. “Let’s go play by the lake, Little Master.”
Long Chen and Qian Jinglei exchanged glances before silently excusing themselves. They were newcomers here, still marveling at the paradise hidden within Yun Lintian’s soul, but they knew—this was a battle far beyond them.
Soon, only Nantian Fengyu, Long Qingxuan, Linlin, and Qingqing remained. The silence stretched, suffocating.
Long Qingxuan stood. “I’m going to the library. Maybe there’s something—anything—that can help.”
Linlin and Qingqing nodded vigorously. “We’ll help search!”
This seemed to be the only thing they could do at the moment.
Nantian Fengyu didn’t respond. She knew it was futile. With a sigh, she headed upstairs, her mind a storm of frustration.
The second floor was quiet. Too quiet.
Nantian Fengyu wandered aimlessly until she found herself in front of a wooden door—Yun Lintian’s father’s study. She hesitated, then pushed it open.
The room was untouched, preserved exactly as it had been. A large desk dominated the space, its surface polished to a shine. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes and modern novels alike.
She slumped into the chair behind the desk, rubbing her temples. Then, out of sheer restlessness, she pulled open the top drawer.
A leather-bound diary sat inside.
Her fingers twitched. This was private. But desperation outweighed propriety. She flipped it open.
The first page bore a single line:
“I know you would read this”
Nantian Fengyu subconsciously chuckled upon reading this. She didn’t expect Yun Lintian’s father to be such a humorous person.
She continued to read further.
“Yo, son! When you see this book, it means you have already arrived in another world and have also activated the Gate of Beyond Heaven…”
Nantian Fengyu unknowingly read every sentence Yun Wuhan wrote for his son. She subconsciously opened the next page and saw there was nothing.
She sighed and prepared to close the book.
“Hmm?”