Chapter 498: Rewriting History
Chapter 498: Rewriting History
In the Dream Realm.
The world now operated under complete rules. Even if Zuo Meng vanished, it would continue unaffected. His arrival went unnoticed by all, including Ye Chen and other Heavenly Dao Sages.
Alone, he appeared in the Creator’s thatched cottage – the quiet courtyard, the smooth stone stool.
This place belonged solely to him, the core of the Dream Realm.
“Long time.”
Only here could Zuo Meng truly unwind. His world, his absolute dominion. Sitting on the stone stool, he tapped the table. A tea set materialized, with spring water appearing beside it.
Spirit spring!
Omnipotence was his here.
He brewed tea and sipped slowly.
“Still good.”
Such peace had been rare. More gains meant more losses. The weak grieve, the strong grow lonely. At this stage, stopping wasn’t an option. The world’s ascension affected all beings. Even if he wanted rest, the world itself refused.
After momentary respite, Zuo Meng set down his cup.
His mind instantly scanned the entire world – the vast Dream Realm, subsidiary planes like Yuan Wu World and Six Harmonies Realm. When his awareness returned, seven stones lay on the table.
“No life left?”
These were seven troublemakers he’d sealed at creation’s dawn. Countless epochs later, their vitality had nearly faded.
Dead after all.
He’d never limited their lifespans, but surviving endless ages of sealing wasn’t something anyone could endure. Not loneliness, but hope’s absence destroyed them. Their persistence impressed him – especially two.
Huang. Peng Zu.
Their past escape attempt contained exactly what he needed now.
“I didn’t permit this death.”
Zuo Meng smiled like a farmer inspecting ripe crops. In his realm, death required his consent. Useful tools could be retrieved from time’s river even as ashes. This exploitation would shame capitalists.
His left arm vanished into empty space.
The Dream Realm’s time river rippled. Sages harmonized with Dao sensed disturbances, but recognizing Zuo Meng’s aura, all pretended ignorance.
“What’s Teacher doing now?” Ye Chen mumbled, then ordered his dozing attendants:
“Seal the mountain for a century.”
“Yes!”
The startled boys scrambled to obey.
“Abandon worldly matters. Avoid karma.”
Similar decrees echoed from ancient Sages’ Dojos where long-dormant ancestors stirred.
The time river.
Flowed backward.
Generations passed, with people living in their own eras, busy surviving, completely unaware that a hand brushed past their point in time, moving toward a much older moment.
Finally, in one epoch, the hand stopped.
It was a certain day in history.
Within the real Dream Realm, this day had long passed, and historical memories were fixed. Yet this hand defied logic and appeared in history.
In the endless ocean, an Old Turtle that had lived through endless ages woke from its slumber. The old man first checked his surroundings, then stuck out his head and sighed deeply.
“The start of an epoch is great! At the epoch’s dawn, this ancestor is invincible!”
Just as the Old Turtle was about to show off, a hand suddenly reached down from the sky. In a flash, the heavens were covered, and a palm exuding a mysterious aura swept past the Old Turtle, plunged into the deep sea, grabbed a stone, and disappeared.
The smug Old Turtle shivered.
“Careless! So careless. When a turtle gets cocky, disaster strikes!”
After calming down, his head snapped back into his shell. He decided to sleep two more epochs. As for that hand… he saw nothing!
After Zuo Meng took the stone and left, the memories of all ancient beings in the Dream Realm who saw the hand were twisted. An Old Turtle’s dazed eyes refocused, somehow remembering that day in history—the hand… History had been forcibly altered to include a hand.
Before the Creator, even the past could be rewritten!
Outside the thatched cottage.
One of the Seven Stones, long dead, suddenly quivered. Its lifeless aura inexplicably revived.
‘How did I come back to life?’
A horrified consciousness arose from the stone. Clearly, the chaotic being inside was shocked. Such chaotic beings couldn’t truly die unless they gave up their will to live. Huang had ended himself after endless despair. His memories lingered on his final day, when death was supposed to erase everything. Yet here he was, alive again—and in better shape than before!
“I can release you and give you a new life.”
Zuo Meng’s voice pierced the stone’s Seal, jolting Huang. This chaotic being, who once vowed to ‘defy the heavens,’ had been worn down by the Seal. Hearing that voice again made his soul quake.
“Tai… Tai Chu ancestor?”
Huang asked cautiously.
He couldn’t figure out why this big shot remembered him, a lifer.
“How did you flee my Seal?”
In his own world, he acted as he wished. He could ask anything. While Zuo Meng could reverse time to see for himself, he needed Huang’s mindset and reasoning. After all, the real world and the Dream Realm were very different—what worked here might not work there.
The approach mattered most.
“How I escaped the Seal?”
You dragged me back from death’s river just to ask this? Wasn’t the Seal your doing? Why ask me how to flee it? Huang wondered if his long imprisonment had addled his brain.
“Seems Peng Zu succeeded too, yes?”
Zuo Meng glanced at the dazed stone ‘Huang,’ then reached into the river of time again, pulling out a second stone—this one bearing Peng Zu’s aura…