A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1167: Chapter 1168: Profound Illusion

One second of perception, apparent time, lower beings base their understanding of the world on this.

More than one-third of a second, half-step chronos, the pinnacle of individual creatures, grasping the so-called microcosmic realm.

One eighteenth of a second, true time, also known as essential time, within the reality of the Endless World, the origin of balance, the limit at which all material life can naturally reproduce and live normally.

And if perception exceeds one eighteenth of a second...

Then the Material World connects with some Illusory World with unique rules, certain illusory phenomena or creatures overlap with the real world, exerting real influence, even leading to complete entrapment in spectral space-time, akin to being subjected to a Temporal Seal.

At this moment, Green holds the Scepter of Hope, the Robe of Appearances, and the Hope Light Shroud. With the aid of vast amounts of Sands of Time, the world in Green’s eyes is undergoing a totally different transformation.

Tick tock!

Nineteen one-hundredths of a second superconductive chrono spreads through the eerie ripple field of the ancient hanging clock in hand; Green has long understood this.

Every one eighteenth of a second, in Green’s eyes, the entire world seems to manifest an invisible black curtain, all black insects underfoot have perished, space fragments no longer exist, all is pitch black.

Only the ancient hanging clock in hand makes the sound ”tick-tock,” ”tick-tock,” the world is silent, and what may exist in the depths of darkness is unknown.

Tick tock!

The Sands of Time drive the Scepter of Hope and the Shroud, allowing Green to see a deeper layer of twenty one-hundredths superconductive chrono.

After twenty one-hundredths of a second, the deeper black curtain, however, gives birth to a trace of gray veil, and at this moment, the ancient hanging clock becomes extremely dilapidated, bronze rust twists into a chunk, the scrap of redwood seems to crumble at a touch, and the pendulum looks weak and lifeless.

Tick, tick, tick-tock...

Tick-tock...

This is already the thirtieth level of illusory black curtain, and the world in Green’s sight has undergone a distinctly different new change.

The illusory black curtain is no longer a true black curtain but streaks of colorful light spots, as if illuminated by rainbow light, splendid and magnificent. By contrast, the superconductive chrono illusory world seems more real, while the real world has become illusory, gradually becoming imperceptible.

This is an omnipotent, incomprehensible existence that weaves a deceptive dreamscape.

Here, it already belongs to the Deep Illusionary World. Green knows he is already trapped within and can no longer easily escape, even at his level of life.

”Oowawa...”

”Gagagaga...”

From the depths of the once silent splendid illusory world suddenly comes an eerie baby cry, followed by a strange laugh like a rooster. Although it’s unclear what’s inside, merely hearing the sound sends chills down one’s spine, causing goosebumps.

Nevertheless, Green must continue to delve deeper into this Illusionary World!

Not attempting to adapt to these various levels of Illusionary Worlds, this is not Green’s destination. Guided by the scepter and the Hope Light Shroud, Green needs to proceed into deeper superconductive chrono, to find the corpse of the Sovereign of the Light of Hope hidden in the Retrogressive Luminance Illusory World.

Tick-tock...

Suddenly!

In the gray sky appears a gigantic old woman in Green’s vision, standing several kilometers tall, leaning on a piece of withered wood, walking slowly towards the distance.

Green, as if a fly standing in this beloved sky, gazes at this illusory life form.

Withered yellow curls of hair, temples white, lips as shriveled as dry wood bark, seeming utterly devoid of moisture and vitality. The face near Green is half-rotten, faintly revealing a ghastly white skull with black tissue sticking together, in sunken eye sockets, one eyeball is ghastly white, the other a murky yellow-green without pupils.

Suddenly, this gigantic old woman seems to sense Green, her mechanically moving body abruptly stops, head slowly turning, using the murky yellow-green eyeball in her sunken eye socket to focus on Green, who appears as insignificant as a fly.

In an instant, an inexplicable terrifying pressure surges forth!

To call it pressure, it’s more a pull force. As this terrifying old woman looks at him, the unknown depth of this superconductive chrono illusory world seems to pull him in, trying to absorb him completely.

How can this be!?

Green’s destination is the Retrogressive Luminance Illusory World, not this unknown chrono rules Illusory World.

The Sands of Time between his fingers rapidly accelerate in escape; at this moment, these Sands of Time have become something akin to the Fire Element in the real world, enveloping Green like some energy propulsion device or special teleportation sorcery instrument, guided by the scepter and Hope Light Shroud, seeking the accurate chrono coordinates.

”Shoo shoo shoo, come over here and keep me company...”

The chilling ghastly laughter accompanies, as maggots gush forth from Old Ou’s mouth like a breached flood, and then with the charred, blackened left hand, resembling a burned, hideous tree root without wielding the Magic Wand, grasping towards Green.

This, this is simply a Space-Time Sealing Technique!

Unwilling to make the slightest contact with this illusory entity, even on the elemental energy rule level, Green would rather avoid it. Otherwise, if this Illusory World indeed reacts with certain energy rules, Green would be akin to being assimilated and pulled into this unknown chrono rule Illusory World.

With a flick of his hand, facing Old Ou’s overwhelming maggots, Green throws all the Chronology Crystal Cores traded from the Mountain Savage Strongman in one go, causing wave after wave of explosions.

These Chronology Crystal Cores react mysteriously with the maggots, both disappearing together.

Faced with Old Ou’s vast and hideous grasp, Green takes out the Chronology Leaf Blade traded from the Overmagic Hand Xivilnis, launching continuous attacks until Old Ou retracts the ugly and hideous grasp with a scream. As Green loses world lock-on, his figure flickers into the next deeper Illusionary World.

At this point, Green has long lost the slightest sense of the Material World, just as living in the real world normal beings are unable to perceive the Illusionary World.

”Ugh...not good!”

No sooner has he entered this Illusionary World than Green accidentally falls into a Temporal Fault.

Within the Temporal Fault, there’s no way to struggle or relocate using energy or physical properties; any external energy will be instantaneously lost in the light of time.

According to the sorcerer knowledge system, all creatures in the Endless World live within the three-dimensional system of length, width, and height. However, if one could add the passage of time to this system and glimpse the three-dimensional Endless World through its historical trajectory, it would be a basic power of higher dimensions.

Each Temporal Fault appears like the digestive system of the Endless World, where any creature falling inside is cleansed by its light of time and consumed completely, leaving nothing behind, replenishing its source back into the Endless World. This is the might of the Endless World’s Balance Rules!

No matter how mighty, even a Level Five Creature like Green is but an insignificant existence before the Endless World, a wisp on the desert, floating with the wind.

The pervasive temporality erodes through the protection of the Sands of Time, piercing through Green’s body, directly targeting Green’s Saint Trace Soul!

Hissssss...

Suddenly, Green takes out a ball of thread, which is the cost handed to him by the Poisontongue Stigmata Sorcerer before Green ventured into the Ruins World.

Now these Threads of Time, under the guidance of Green’s spiritual power as a Fifth-Level Stigmata Wizard, quickly interlace within the Sands of Time, forming a cocoon in a brief moment.

”Damn it, to say nothing of leaving the World of Retrogressive Luminance, even attempting to break in is this troublesome...”

Holding the Scepter of Hope, Green’s Robe of Appearances with the Hope Light Shroud gradually emits a faint white halo, a vibrating sound of the Sands of Time cocoon ”booming,” ”booming,” suddenly falls eerily silent.

Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle...

When Green regains clarity, at a glimpse, endless bones stretch to the horizon.