Chapter 638 624: A Fish Tracing Its Source

Wang Xuan used the Path of Time as a guide, stepping into the projection of the River of Time, heading toward its surging source.

In an instant, countless scenes of Earth's living beings flashed before Wang Xuan's eyes, each frame representing a segment of time, showing mountains, rivers, and ordinary people in their daily lives.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Xuan saw his own figure.

In the River of Time for Earth Civilization, he was considered quite a big fish, outshone only by those twenty-some Immortals.

In an instant, Wang Xuan dove into the portion of the river belonging to his own fish form, going backward against time to revisit the past.

Everything that happened appeared like a dreamy vision, as if a slide was being projected in front of his eyes.

Wang Xuan could see himself standing at the Realm Gate, with the River of Fortune and Merit above him, observing the scene of the River of Energy spouting from within the gate.

He could see his figure suddenly disappear into a side path, only to return to this tributary a few months later.

Just a moment ago, he was still a big fish, but going further back in time, he turned into a small fish.

Going further back, Wang Xuan returned to the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest and saw the alien race, the Desirer, hidden within a Long's body, and a grand drama unfolded between the two of them.

Here, Wang Xuan stayed for a long time, observing the structure of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, searching for the figure of the Abyssal Immortal, the Controller.

Wang Xuan strongly suspected that this Abyssal Immortal had been watching him for a long time, perhaps even lingering around him now.

Going against the River of Time, Wang Xuan saw himself at the Immortal Martial Mountain wedding scene, where he, with his own power, suppressed the Alien Races of the Same Realm.

There were many True Immortals and Half-Step Immortals present, but none could discover Wang Xuan's upstreaming figure.

Because Wang Xuan was observing a shadow of the past, which was a historical record, and he didn't truly participate in it.

Only this historical shadow was so grand, involving the entire Earth Civilization as a whole.

Upon leaving, Wang Xuan noticed that the Ancestral Martial Immortal seemed to cast a kind smile toward him.

Wang Xuan slightly bowed, continuing to trace backward along the River of Time.

Here, he saw Su Xiaowei wandering everywhere, searching for her path.

Here, he saw the quietly pregnant little Qingqiu fox—Tu Yingying, who because of her child, had become the treasure of Qingqiu Tushan.

Here, he returned to the Evolution Realm, and the brilliance and silence of the three years appeared before his eyes again.

The many talents of Earth Civilization, the repeated assaults by Alien Races, the concentration during the study of the Alchemy Dao, and the excitement of being conferred the title of Immortal Martial Taoist in the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm.

Time flew by like a shuttle, and as Wang Xuan went against the River of Time to witness these scenes, his mindset was different from before.

Going all the way upstream, Wang Xuan arrived at the moment of his own birth.

In the scene, his father and mother lived in an old house, the room was small and the furniture simple, while his sister, Wang Ruo, was babbling her first words.

"Dear, why isn't this child born yet? Your belly is scary." Old Wang said, caressing her belly.

Looking at the white lines on the sides, he pondered how to remove these stretch marks.

The mother looked gently at her belly: "Baby, the time is up, you can't extend your stay."

Old Wang held his daughter, Wang Ruo: "The due date is in three days. Let's get admitted to the hospital first."

The next day, the couple checked into the maternity ward.

On the third day, the fetus inside naturally broke the water at full forty weeks, and after waiting for dilation, was born in just a quarter hour.

Wang Xuan, following Old Wang's gaze, waited outside the delivery room, while grandparents chatted about topics related to the baby.

When the baby and the mother were wheeled out, Wang Xuan saw the round little fellow and the smile on his mother's lips.

"Baby, I'm your dad!" Old Wang joyfully said in the hospital room, looking at the tiny infant lying in the crib, "Say dad quickly!"

"What are you talking about, he just got born, it'd be strange if he could say dad." The mother said, a bit annoyed.

Under Wang Xuan's watch, he grew up rapidly.

The little child, from eight pounds at birth to eleven pounds full month, with the folds in his skin and facial features gradually unfolding, looked fair and tender.

Wang Xuan looked at each scene, laughing heartily, then watched himself grow swiftly.

From ten months in the womb, establishing a connection with the world in his mother's arms, to being born, becoming a member of the family.

Wang Xuan could see the establishment and gradual deepening of his connection with the world, his fortune merging into the River of Human Path's Fortune, his destiny integrating into the River of Time.

Following his parents, Wang Xuan traveled between cities and villages since childhood, where he had many novel explorations, often joining friends to explore outside Dragon Mountain, and in the cities, he gradually made friends.

The child involved wouldn't naturally know the destiny and causal connection gradually developing between himself and nature, society, and individual humans.

But Wang Xuan, flowing backward, could see how deeply he and this world imprinted upon each other.

Flowing downstream, Wang Xuan saw the significant encounter at twelve years old, where his youthful self chased the Celestial Treasure, fell into the Altar Space, and met the Long Ling guarding the altar.

When Wang Xuan followed his younger self to meet Long Ling, its eyes widened as it looked at Wang Xuan.

"In just over ten years, you've reached this level?" Long Ling's amazed voice appeared in Wang Xuan's ear.

Undoubtedly, Long Ling's power was beyond imagination, not only able to notice his existence but also to communicate with him.

"I must thank the senior for giving me the opportunity to enter the altar," Wang Xuan said.

Without Long Ling, he wouldn't have been able to enter that ancient and mysterious ancient battlefield, much less obtain the Tower Spirit of the Tower of Space-Time.

Long Ling's laughter echoed throughout the Altar Space: "Is it the young you appearing as the cause and the future as the effect, or is the present upstreaming you the cause, me assisting you as the effect?"

The mystery of time and causality was truly beyond comprehension.

"Next time I visit, I will definitely bring a gift," Wang Xuan bowed.

Before entering the Tao Realm, he planned to explore the mysterious space behind the altar once again, searching for the Artifact Body of the Tower of Space-Time.

If anyone followed him into it, whether True Tier or Immortal, they might end up as Long Ling's meal.

Following the time stream, Wang Xuan couldn't see the mysterious place behind the altar, as his destiny and the timeline seemed to pause, until the young one with the Tower of Space-Time returned to the real world.

Flowing downstream, Wang Xuan watched his young self encounter difficulties, see himself meet the senior Lin Cheng during university, and see himself strive to enter the Immortal Martial Combat Hall.

After stepping into the Immortal Martial Combat Hall, the threads of his causality and destiny grew more complex, and his fortune surged significantly.

Or it could be said that since activating the Tower of Space-Time, he had soared from the depths of the abyss to the clouds!

"Family, friends, Immortal Martial Mountain, lover. Through the Human Path, Immortal Tao, and Heavenly Dao, my connection with the Mother Star grows ever tighter!"

Wang Xuan, following his past self, retraced the first half of his life, experiencing the development and growth of his own path.

"Old man, are you selling this stone? How much is it?"

Wang Xuan stood before a stall, calmly asking the old man running the stall.

The Wang Xuan of the past couldn't tell, but the current Wang Xuan, whose strength was comparable to a Half-Step Immortal, naturally knew that this old man was hiding his identity.

Even his figure was one that only appeared out of thin air on this street a few minutes ago when Wang Xuan arrived.

Scenes from the past reappeared before Wang Xuan.

It was because of this Sword-Sharpening Stone that the epic struggle for the Realm Gate between Immortal Martial Mountain and Celestial Sword Mountain began, and it was because of this stone that the indomitable Sword Immortal Zhao Hao formed an indelible hatred towards Wang Xuan and Chen Qingniu.

"Abyssal Master!" Wang Xuan's gaze deeply fell on the old man, fixating on this Alien Race Immortal who had meddled with countless destinies.