Outside Of Time

Chapter 1775  Erniuʼs Big Treasure

Erniu touched his lips, a crazy spark twinkling in his eyes.

At this moment, his body underwent a shocking transformation.

The lower half of his body, which had only partially regenerated, now writhed with flesh and blood, rapidly regrowing at a visible pace.

In just a dozen breaths, Erniuʼs body was fully restored.

And the aura emanating from his new form was no longer at the early-stage Ruler level—it had surged to mid-stage Ruler.

It had been a long time since Xu Qing had seen this side of his senior brother. Witnessing it now, memories of the past flooded his mind.

ʼSenior Brotherʼs cultivation has never relied on conventional training. Instead, it comes from unlocking seals—one after another.ʼ

ʼBut each seal comes with a price. And the further he goes, the steeper the cost…ʼ

As Xu Qing pondered, Erniuʼs newly restored body radiated an icy chill, spreading outward in all directions. A blue light flickered across his flesh, and through his translucent skin, Xu Qing could see what appeared to be another body lurking within.

A body forged of blue ice—ancient, savage, and eerily reminiscent of the Origin Sins Xu Qing had encountered on the Primordial Mother Planet.

Staring at this hidden form, Xu Qingʼs suspicions about his senior brotherʼs origins resurfaced.

ʼBut Senior Brother is different from the Origin Sin. He has lived multiple lifetimes, each time dying and reincarnating in a new form.ʼ

ʼThat trait… is almost godlike.ʼ

With his heightened cultivation, Xu Qing could now perceive more clues.

Yet, even so, the mystery of Erniu remained shrouded in fog.

ʼAll will be revealed when we return to Wanggu.ʼ

As Xu Qing mused, Erniu—now brimming with even greater power—grew increasingly frenzied.

”Listen, Little Qing,” he declared, eyes blazing. ”I can feel it—thereʼs a supreme treasure in that direction!”

”Itʼs fate calling to me! A destined opportunity! I know that treasure is waiting for me!”

”And itʼs the key to unlocking more of my seals!”

”Once I pull this off, Little Qing, you wonʼt need outsiders catching divine maidens for you. Your senior brother will personally nab a few!”

”Hell, if youʼre into divine sons, Iʼll grab those too!”

Erniu puffed up with pride.

What he cared about the most was his dignity as the Eldest Senior Brother.

This dignity was hinged on two things: Not being surpassed by his junior brother, and no one outdoing him in spoiling Little Qing!

This, he could not tolerate.

”Letʼs go!”

With that, Erniu shot forward like a comet.

Xu Qing smiled and followed.

He knew full well that in the Fourth Star Ring, with the Venerable Immortal reigning supreme and all the Immortal Lords present, other than the place that the Venerable God had left for, there were no truly hidden mysteries left—save for the so-called forbidden zones.

And his understanding of ”forbidden zones” had evolved with his cultivation and experience.

ʼA forbidden zone is typically veiled in mystery, ancient beyond reckoning. But if it coexists with the outside world without encroaching, its danger is likely mutual.ʼ

ʼTo the outside world, the zone is lethal. But to the zone, the outside is just as deadly.ʼ

ʼOtherwise, its boundaries wouldnʼt remain fixed.ʼ

ʼOf course, there are exceptions… like Wanggu. But the Fourth Star Ring shouldnʼt have anything comparable.ʼ

ʼHowever, since Eldest Senior Brother wants to go, letʼs go take a look.ʼ

As they advanced, Xu Qingʼs gaze pierced the void ahead.

Time flowed.

Months passed in a blur.

Though their destination wasnʼt astronomically distant, the sheer scale of the star ring made the journey lengthy.

Even with shortcuts through supply-star teleportation arrays, it took nearly four months before their target came into view.

In the depths of space, a colossal rift tore through the cosmos.

Like a scar across the heavens, it stretched endlessly, spanning multiple universes in length.

Within the rift swirled dense mist.

Outside, crimson dust orbited like a halo.

This was one of the Fourth Star Ringʼs four great forbidden regions.

Since ancient times, few who entered had returned.

And no god who perished here had ever resurrected.

Staring at the rift, Erniuʼs madness intensified.

The months of travel had exposed him to Xu Qingʼs staggering status—how countless mighty cultivators bowed before him, how epic battles between gods and mortals raged.

And then there were the divine maidens. Two more had been delivered to Xu Qing en route.

Each sight was a lash to Erniuʼs pride,

fueling his desperation to achieve something monumental.

Now, gazing at the rift, he hissed through gritted teeth:

”Thatʼs the place!”

”Little Qing, I can sense it—thereʼs a treasure inside! A big one!!”

Xu Qing remained silent, his vision piercing the crimson dust to probe the riftʼs depths.

Faintly, he glimpsed an altar.

The sight triggered a memory—intel heʼd gathered about the Fourth Star Ringʼs forbidden regions.

ʼThe sealed prison of the previous Venerable God.ʼ

ʼImprisoned here by the current Fourth Star Ring Venerable God, bound for eternity.ʼ

ʼExiled by the new laws of fate woven into this star ring, cut off from escape.ʼ

Xu Qingʼs eyes narrowed. The details were sparse, devoid of context.

Normally, heʼd avoid such a place. But now…

He glanced at Erniu.

ʼBesides, I came to the Fourth Star Ring seeking opportunities—to retrace the God of Painʼs illusions.ʼ

ʼThough the God of Painʼs visions didnʼt include this place… anything is possible.ʼ

With that thought, Xu Qing suddenly raised his hand and swiped downward.

A force capable of shattering worlds erupted from his palm, crashing into the void before the rift.

The starry sky shattered like glass.

Countless fragments splintered apart—along with the crimson mist shrouding the rift.

Then, Xu Qing lifted his hand. The broken shards of space realigned, the mist forcibly peeled away, revealing a network of hollow pathways leading straight into the rift.

”Senior Brother, we can enter now,” Xu Qing said solemnly. ”But itʼs dangerous inside.”

Erniu stared at the newly formed channels, recalling how Xu Qing had casually reassembled the starry sky, and felt a wave of exhaustion.

His hunger for power burned fiercer than ever.

So he darted forward—not charging ahead, but sticking close to Xu Qing.

”You first,” he muttered.

Erniu wasnʼt stupid. If Xu Qing called it dangerous, it was lethal for him.

He didnʼt fear death—but heʼd rather die feasting than starving on the way to a meal.

Besides, dignity mattered… but this was his junior brother.

The thought eased his existential fatigue.

Xu Qing nodded grimly and stepped into the nearest passage, heading straight for the rift.

Erniu clung to him like his shadow.

For days, they navigated the labyrinthine channels. Though obstacles arose, Xu Qingʼs power smoothed their path.

Finally, they breached the crimson mist and stood before the gaping maw of the rift.

Xu Qingʼs pupils constricted.

Through the fog, he saw a world within the rift.

At its heart stood a monumental altar—built from the bones of countless gods.

Grotesque insects scuttled across the skeletal remains.

And atop the altar rested a massive bronze coffin, shackled by countless divine chains that speared out from the void itself!

An aura of primordial majesty and unfathomable terror radiated from the coffin and chains, a warning to all living beings: Enter, and perish.

But the coffin wasnʼt the only spectacle. In another direction stood a corpse.

A godʼs corpse.

Only Its upper half remained.

The moment Xu Qing recognized It, his mind reeled.

He had seen It before!

ʼLord God Chiuz!ʼ

Battle reports had mentioned Chiuzʼs escape after severe injury—but no one knew the god had fled here… and now lay dead!

Just as shock gripped Xu Qing, Erniu—oblivious to the scene—pointed excitedly into the mist.

”Little Qing, I canʼt see clearly, but I know thereʼs a treasure over there! What is it?!”

Xu Qing hesitated. Erniu was pointing straight at the corpse.

”Well?!” Erniu pressed.

”Itʼs… a godʼs corpse,” Xu Qing admitted.

Erniuʼs face fell. ”Just a corpse? What level?”

Xu Qing sighed. ”Lord God.”

The words had barely left his lips when Erniu vanished in a blur—charging headlong into the mist like a man possessed.

He had officially lost his mind.