Guarding the River of Time-Chapter 285 - 276: A Life Manipulated—My Only Wish Is for You to Win

Chapter 285: Chapter 276: A Life Manipulated—My Only Wish Is for You to Win

"What we needed, you’ve already helped us do."

The voice came, echoing in the ears of the black-haired man.

Upon hearing this sentence, the black-haired man furrowed his brow, sensing a hint of something amiss. The words sounded very strange: "What do you mean?"

When the words fell, the silhouette in the chaos did not answer him.

In the next second, an overwhelmingly powerful pressure descended directly upon him, rendering him immobile.

Subsequently, a tyrannical Divine Sense, as if in an uninhabited realm, forcibly invaded his mind and began reading his memories.

Throughout the entire process, he was unable to move. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free. The gap was just too vast. The other entity’s pressure alone rendered him a lamb awaiting slaughter.

This process lasted only a few breaths. The moment the Divine Sense withdrew, the black-haired man’s face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to one knee.

Although he did not know why the other party needed to read his memories, he noticed that the memories being read were precisely those of his battle with the River Guardian on the River of Time.

Could it be that these three incredibly powerful beings have a connection to the River Guardian of the River of Time?

"Do you know him?"

"Why do you need to read the memories of my battle with him?"

The black-haired man lifted his head and questioned the three Supreme silhouettes in the chaos.

When the words fell, the silhouettes did not respond, intending to leave. He could feel the powerful energy sustaining his life force within him slowly being withdrawn.

Because he was already dead, and they forcefully saved him. Once they left and withdrew the energy from his body, he would die again.

He was not afraid of dying again, because he had already lost and was not afraid of death.

He simply wanted to know why the others would do such a thing, as if he were unknowingly being laid out...

"I want to know why." The black-haired man’s voice echoed.

When the words fell, the silhouette in the center paused noticeably, and the ethereal voice came again: "Do you really want to know?"

.....

The black-haired man nodded.

"I never intended to tell you, but since you’re already dead, I might as well let you know."

After speaking, the black-haired man suddenly became a bit tense, a feeling of unease arising in his heart.

"Your original attempt to predict the future was wrong, and it was interfered with by me."

"So, you and he are not enemies."

Upon hearing this, the black-haired man was petrified, standing in place as his pupils gradually lost focus.

Seeing this, the three Supreme silhouettes also turned and left this Chaos Space.

....

As the three Supreme beings departed, the powerful energy sustaining the black-haired man’s life force began to withdraw. His vitality quickly faded, and his body began to decay.

In an instant, the black-haired man started to laugh maniacally towards the empty chaos, laughing with madness, laughing with sorrow, laughing with despair.

He was not afraid of dying soon; he laughed at himself, laughed at the life that was controlled by others.

Just moments before, the words of that existence were like a heavy blade, shattering his dignity and pride into pieces.

He was not laughing at his imminent death; he was laughing at having always been a pawn on a chessboard, always being manipulated... laughing at his own weakness, laughing at his own sorrow.

.....

His name was Yang Feng.

He still remembered being born in a relatively powerful Divine Domain. On the day he was born, the sun was obscured by thunderclouds, raining thunder and rain for seven days and nights.

In the Divine Domain, a Celestial Secret foretold that a Divine Son would descend upon the world, blessed with the fortune of heaven and earth, a born Supreme, a born ruler, the leader of the Celestial God!

His life unfolded just as the Celestial Secret had foretold.

From the moment he was born, he was an absolute ruler; his fortune, comprehension, physique were all exceedingly rare throughout eternity. He never tasted defeat, becoming a leading figure of the Divine Domain’s younger generation in thirty years, a prominent figure in a century, and in a thousand years, he ruled the Divine Domain, becoming the highest authority.

Later, over tens of thousands of years, he ruled over ten Divine Domains, hailed as the Master of the Ten Divine Domains.

After hundreds of eras, he cultivated to an exceedingly high level. His life’s track turned into an entire ancient history book in the ten Divine Domains, a legendary and mythical figure, an untouchable taboo.

He always believed his life was that of a protagonist.

On a certain day later, he expended a great deal of effort to deduce his future.

During the prediction of his own future, he saw that on a certain day in the future, he would be killed by a powerful existence that dwelled on the River of Time, guarding the River of Time.

The higher one cultivates, the more they revere the River of Time.

Therefore, when he realized his future enemy was the existence on the River of Time, he began his strategies...

He sacrificed the space of the ten Divine Domains, severed a tributary of the River of Time, and then used the ten Divine Domains as an Array to set up a Grand Array with the purpose of drawing the attention of the existence on the River of Time.

Then, he began to wait within the Grand Array, waiting endlessly, not knowing how long he waited until he finally saw that man.

After a blood battle, he realized his insignificance, his vulnerability.

Yet he did not regret it; if he died, he died. After all, sooner or later, he would be killed. At least he tried to fight for it. Even if he failed, he had no regrets.

So after being killed by that man, he merely uttered "winner takes all" and calmly accepted his death.

But!

But he could not accept that his battle with that man was just a move by the other.

His original attempt to predict the future was interfered with by the existence in the chaos, transferring his hatred and conflict directly onto the man on the River of Time.

In other words, the future he predicted was inherently wrong, having fallen into another’s scheme. Everything he did was actually for someone else.

An arrogant person can accept their failure but cannot accept being manipulated to fail.

.....

In the end, he was merely a piece on the chessboard.

The one playing the game was not himself.

Thinking he held the Celestial Mandate, in the end, he was just a pawn used for probing in the larger scheme.

What a tragedy, how pitiful....

He thought his battle with that man was a destined duel, but unexpectedly, the other was the player while he was merely the piece...

...

"Since it’s like this, since I am the piece, and you are the player."

"Then I hope you shall win."

With these words, the black-haired man looked up towards the void above, and in the moment before his life force faded away, he made the final significant decision of his life.