#659 - The ability of the Time Worm

Time slipped away, minute by minute. About half an hour later, Nan Fusheng's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

As his eyes first opened, a strange light flashed within them, as if containing endless mysteries and profound power.

"Why did this take so long to digest this time?" Seeing Nan Fusheng open his eyes, Xilin's irrepressible curiosity was instantly ignited, and she couldn't wait to ask.

At the same time, her lively eyes inconspicuously scanned Nan Fusheng, trying to capture even the slightest difference, exploring what kind of changes had occurred in him during this advancement process.

Nan Fusheng smiled and said, "You don't need to worry, I didn't encounter any problems. I was just controlling the surge of mental power."

Each advancement of the potion brings a certain amount of pressure to the user, putting them at risk of losing control and going berserk. Therefore, sufficient anchors are needed to consolidate humanity.

But these were not a problem for Nan Fusheng at all.

First of all, the quality of the potion he took was extremely pure, almost untouched by the pollution of any previous user. This pure potion provided him with powerful strength while greatly reducing the unstable factors in the advancement process.

Secondly, there was the strong support of the anchors. Nan Fusheng's clones, such as Lufa, Shenwei, and Aponia, had already made a great name for themselves in the vast world outside.

In a deep sense, the shocking feats they had accomplished in their respective fields were all solid anchors for Nan Fusheng in this world.

In particular, the Apocalypse Church that Aponia vigorously promoted in the Douling Continent was like a powerful faith collector, continuously collecting massive amounts of faith for Nan Fusheng.

Currently, the God Realm has been ruthlessly swept away by the turbulent currents of time and space. In this special situation, no one can compete with Nan Fusheng for key resources such as faith.

Although Nan Fusheng faintly felt in his heart that even without the help of these anchors, it seemed that he would not lose control anyway. The compatibility between himself and the potion seemed unexpectedly high.

"The ability of the Time Worm?"

Nan Fusheng pondered to himself. As soon as the thought moved, a mysterious and powerful force surged within him.

In a trance, his eyes seemed to be endowed with a magical ability that transcended time and space, as if he could penetrate the heavy fog of time, sometimes clearly seeing the distant future, and sometimes tracing back to the dusty past.

Around him, the originally calm space began to ripple, and blurred scenes gradually emerged like dreams.

On a huge and empty arena, the surrounding crowd surged, with shouts and cheers rising and falling.

"Yun Ming, I admire your determination, but Ya Li, I will never let you have her."

A young man stood tall and straight on the arena, holding a halberd tightly in his hand, his eyes burning as he looked at his opponent.

"Yun Ming, I admit you are someone, but you are too arrogant. You actually want to challenge our sixteen people in a row," someone in the audience questioned and mocked.

However, the young man called Yun Ming simply raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing confidence and determination. Holding the Heaven-Supporting Spear, he said calmly but resolutely, "I am doing this to prove that I have the power to protect her."

"Come and fight!"

With this cry full of heroic ambition, a surging wave of energy burst out from his body, like a volcanic eruption, shaking the entire arena.

For a time, the wind and clouds changed color, and Yun Ming, with his own strength, resolutely challenged sixteen Title Douluos. In that thrilling battle, his figure was like a black lightning bolt, moving freely through the hail of bullets, each strike carrying the power to destroy the world.

In the end, after a hard battle, Yun Ming successfully defeated all his opponents, won the beauty, and became a legendary figure admired by everyone.

The scene changed again, and the scenery of Shrek Academy appeared.

A young man wearing gray armor and a gray cloak, like a demon from hell, stood quietly above the Golden Ancient Tree. There was not a trace of blood on his face, as if covered by frost, and his eyes revealed cold killing intent.

The young man spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hells: "Heavenly Favor Douluo, I have come to seek revenge. The revenge for the pursuit back then will be repaid with the lives of your entire Shrek Academy."

"Humph!" An old man's figure slowly emerged in front of the Golden Ancient Tree. His eyes were like torches, staring at the young man, and he said coldly, "Harosa, I didn't expect you to dare to come to our door yourself."

Hearing this, Harosa laughed coldly, his laughter full of disdain and ridicule: "Why wouldn't I dare? Back then, it was because I was not strong enough that I was chased by you old man. Now I am already a Limit Douluo, so why would I be afraid of you?"

"Today, I will slaughter the entire Shrek City."

As Harosa's murderous voice fell, a strange gray light surged out from his body like a tide. Under the rendering of the gray light, the entire world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of deathly haze, instantly turning into a dead gray.

The ground began to shake violently, and the soil rolled and surged like boiling water. Crooked, deformed figures began to slowly drill out from the ground.

They swayed and walked in all directions. On closer inspection, they were countless skeletons, zombies, and some strange creatures that only existed in legends. Their whole bodies were covered by the strange gray color, as if they were demons crawling out of the abyss of hell.

"Netherworld Rebirth."

Harosa whispered, and clusters of gray flames instantly spread outward from his body as the center.

Seeing this, Heavenly Favor Douluo suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Yueye, Brother Qiangu, let's take action together and eliminate this continental tumor together."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man and a woman suddenly appeared out of thin air behind Harosa. The three cooperated seamlessly, tightly surrounding Harosa in a triangular formation.

"Harosa, you have done many evils, today is your death date."

With the Heavenly Favor Douluo's majestic shout, the Golden Ancient Tree suddenly flew out a brilliant energy to wrap him. Under the blessing of that powerful energy, his aura rose like a rocket, instantly rising from the demigod level to the quasi-god level.

“Who lives and who dies isn't certain yet.” Harrosa showed no fear, letting out a low growl.

Immediately following, the four instantly engaged in a fierce battle. For a time, the undead's howls and the Holy Dragon's roars intertwined, light flashed, and energy overflowed, instantly unfolding an earth-shattering, soul-stirring great battle.

The battle's aftershocks were like gusts of hurricanes, sweeping away everything around them. Trees were uprooted, and buildings were razed to the ground.

In the end, the battle concluded with the demigod-level Harrosa, under the combined attack of the three, being crushed to ashes, dying in the skies above Shrek Academy.

However, the three in the scene were not unscathed either. They each suffered varying degrees of damage, with the Favored Douluo being the most severely injured. His body was covered in wounds, and his aura had become extremely weak.

“Is this mental visualization? Why doesn't it quite seem like it?”

Xilinn, witnessing the scene unfolding before her like a movie, was filled with doubt and couldn't help but whisper.

She could also achieve mental visualization, but what she manifested was merely limited to the scenes deep within her memory. But at this moment, what Nan Fusheng was displaying made her faintly feel that there was a fundamental difference.

According to Nan Fusheng's current situation, manifesting the scene of Yun Ming when he was young was within her realm of understanding. After all, Yun Ming had now become a member of their camp, and it was normal for Nan Fusheng to have some understanding of him.

But manifesting the scene of Harrosa seemed somewhat beyond the norm. After all, that past should be an extremely distant event, so distant that even Yun Ming might not have been born yet.

“Is this the ability of the Time Worm? A termite of time, capable of stripping others of their time, and even interfering with time and history itself.”

“It's somewhat similar to the Ancient Scholar, but the difference lies in the fact that the Ancient Scholar can borrow the power of history, summoning historical figure projections, but cannot interfere with history.”

“But the Time Worm can, to some extent, change history and even see a certain degree of the future. In that case, to perfectly act as the Time Worm, does one need to influence history? Or rather, within a specific limit, achieve a change in history?”

A flash of inspiration struck Fusheng's mind, and he had a certain degree of understanding in his heart.

It could only be said that, as expected of the "Error" pathway, even the acting method was so unique.

The "Error" pathway has a well-known alias in the field of mysticism—"Bug," just like the various abnormal situations caused by the program's own errors during software operation, such as functional failures, system crashes, data loss, and abnormal interruptions.

As the Sequence One closest to the True God: Time Worm, at this level, one has initially come into contact with a little of the authority's fur.

“How did the original Amon act as the Time Worm?” Nan Fusheng couldn't help but wonder.

In Lord of the Mysteries, "Amon" was a natural Sequence Two, which also meant that he needed to act to advance to Sequence One. Unfortunately, Nan Fusheng was not clear about how the other party acted as the Time Worm.

The Time Worm's ability allowed Nan Fusheng to see a glimpse of the future to a certain extent. At the same time, he could clearly see the past.

This was the difference between the Douluo World and the Mysteries World.

In Lord of the Mysteries, those histories belonging to the past were hidden by those True Gods, resulting in only a few people knowing the truth. Even history itself could be concealed or even distorted by certain special forces.

But the Douluo Continent was different. The history here was completely transparent, and there were no special forces to conceal those histories, so Nan Fusheng could see the timeline of the Douluo Continent's past clearly.

And if one wanted to act as the Time Worm, it seemed that one needed to change history to a certain extent.

Of course, Nan Fusheng understood in his heart that changing history was only one of the many ways to act as the Time Worm. In addition to this method, there must be other ways to choose from.

However, Nan Fusheng,憑借 with his keen intuition, faintly felt that perhaps changing history was the quickest and most effective way to act in this pathway.

Just like the scene that emerged earlier due to the Time Worm's ability, the moment when Underworld Douluo Harrosa was killed by Favored Douluo. If Nan Fusheng wanted to change history, then, theoretically, there were two possible methods:

First, choose to cooperate with the Favored Douluo, and with the powerful strength of both sides, completely annihilate Harrosa, so that he completely disappeared from the long river of history, without any possibility of resurrection;

Second, go the other way, cooperate with Underworld Douluo Harrosa, and use all his strength to destroy Shrek Academy.

The moment the second thought emerged in Nan Fusheng's mind, his brain seemed to be impacted by an invisible force, uncontrollably producing a strong warning, reminding him not to do so.

“Is this my spirituality issuing a warning to me? In other words, although I can influence history, I cannot excessively interfere with the normal progress of history?”

Nan Fusheng instantly had a flash of understanding in his heart. He could influence history to a certain extent, but this influence must have a strict limit, and must not exceed this limit, otherwise it would lead to unpredictable and serious consequences.

In simple terms, it was "small things can be changed, big things cannot be changed."

The wheels of history have their established trajectory. If one forcibly changed major historical events, it might trigger a violent turbulence in the torrent of time, and even lead to the collapse of the entire world's order.

“Perhaps I can find a chance to try it.”

Nan Fusheng's heart stirred. With his current ability, it was not difficult to project his power into the past time dimension. But at most, he could only project within a thousand years. If he wanted to project further, it would be difficult to do so with his current power.

But it didn't matter. This so-called "can't do it" meant that he was only relying on the power of the Time Worm. In fact, with the "Source Castle" and "Uniqueness," he could definitely project his power further.

“If there is a medium, then the projection distance should be even further.”

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng silently took out a small bottle from his storage soul tool, which contained a bottle of red-gold blood.

This bottle of blood was secretly collected by Nan Fusheng from Tang Wulin. Originally, he wanted to keep it as a backup, but now it seemed that this bottle of blood had other uses.

“It seems a bit dangerous for me to go in person, so I should find a proxy first.”

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng immediately had a candidate in mind.

“I'm leaving first. You guys continue to take good care of the Dragon Valley Small World.” Nan Fusheng said to Xilinn, and then with a thought, he immediately left the Dragon Valley Small World.