Mage Manual-Chapter 598 - 483: The White Colossal Ox with a Seven-colored Tail

Chapter 598: Chapter 483: The White Colossal Ox with a Seven-colored Tail

When Sonia and Diya stepped into the Flowing Gold River, they understood why Ash hesitated.

Although time indeed had not harmed them, this did not mean that time couldn’t detain them.

Knowledge.

Every drop of the Flowing Gold River’s water encapsulated the lifetime of a mortal. Merely witnessing the Flowing Gold River itself could swiftly enhance one’s Time Faction experience, otherwise, Mages wouldn’t endure the torture of aging to death by soaking in the Flowing Gold River in an attempt to gain entry into the Time Faction.

But this knowledge was nothing more than superfluous noise to Ash and the others, just as looking at a hundred simple math problems wouldn’t increase one’s mathematical realm. Being of the Golden Level in the Time Faction, they could no longer extract any more nourishment from it.

"Follow me," Ash said, and with that, he dove headfirst into the Flowing Gold River and started to swim downwards.

The resistance was immense!

It was not just the pressure from the river compressing around him, but more importantly, there was a force pushing upwards, making Ash feel not as though he was diving, but rather as if he were swimming upstream against a waterfall.

Right, the rain flows upstream, so naturally the river does too.

Soon, the resistance had reached a point where Ash’s mediocre swimming abilities couldn’t advance any further. Aside from the resistance, the knowledge from the Flowing Gold River’s water made Ash extremely uncomfortable. His mind was so crammed with these external pieces of knowledge that he couldn’t think of anything else!

Suddenly, two streaks of color swam past him. Ash looked closely and realized that the Witch and the Sword Maiden had unfolded their golden and silver wings to swim underwater. He quickly came to a realization and also unfolded his Void Wings.

Swimming in the air wasn’t all that different from swimming in water, so the Void Wings naturally came in handy. Sure enough, Ash easily dove deeper because the Void Wings hardly required any physical or mental exertion, greatly reducing the impact of the time knowledge on him.

But soon, a feeling even more vast, lonely, and painful than the rush of knowledge, and impossible to extricate oneself from, swiftly overwhelmed Ash’s mind.

Insignificance.

Faced with the grand river formed by thousands, millions, or even immeasurable years of time, Ash felt he wasn’t so much diving into the Flowing Gold River as he was a drop of water merging into it. His past twenty plus years were nothing but a drop in this place, everything he treasured or despised would soon turn into traces of the past, washed away by the grand river, leaving no mark.

Give up.

With such a grand river, with such an insignificant self, he felt his life had no meaning, all the struggles and efforts were just inconsequential splashes, it might be better to just drift with the current, downward, merging into the greatness...

No, that’s not right.

A pale purple flash crossed Ash’s eyes, and he quickly woke from this self-destructive nihilism, just in time to grab the Sword Maiden who was nearly lost. At the moment of touch, their six-colored armor seemed to connect, and a faint golden light twinkled between their hands.

With the Golden Level Time Faction, they gained a moment of enlightenment—

To counter the erosion of the river of time, one must possess a life span that is long enough. If one person’s life is not enough, then multiple people must join together.

Ash swam hard and grabbed the still struggling Witch. The three of them connected, and Sonia and Diya’s consciousness began to recover. Diya used her water-born threads to tie everyone’s hands together, striving to dive deeper.

If age isn’t enough, then numbers aren’t enough.

Ash then realized that, just like the golden fish, the Seven-colored Tail also required a specific number of people.

If there were two old Mages in their fifties who had weathered many hardships, then they could easily resist the erosion of time just by holding hands.

However, besides Ash who had a somewhat richer experience, the Sword Maiden was a college girl who hadn’t left the ivory tower, and the Witch was an innocent girl who had never studied anything seriously apart from fairy tale picture books. Their life spans were too short, a single touch by time and only foam was left.

If they had a few more operators, if they were a bit older, if Ash experienced a dozen more hair’s breadth escapes from lightning and fire... Then they could easily grasp the Seven-colored Tail.

But there were no ifs.

Watching them nearly unable to hold on, Ash shook them awake. He wanted to speak, but the water did not carry sound, and eye contact was not quite effective. He had a flash of inspiration and wrote words in their palms.

"Demilo."

The two were slightly startled, recalling the first difficult battle on the Time Continent. Although Demilo was just a logistic Commander, he still brought them tremendous pressure. They barely managed to defeat this tough enemy after calculating every perilous possibility.

"Legendary Library."

Diya’s face turned red, that time she had been too greedy and kept going until the fourth level, leaving empty-handed.

"Amnesia Cottage."

Not to mention Diya, even Sonia now, recalling her behavior in the Amnesia Cottage, could not help but feel her face burn with embarrassment.

"Concept Avatar, Empress’ Soul."

It was the beginning of all the misfortune for Ash and his team in the Void Realm.

"Combat Arena."

The Witch and the Sword Maiden remembered the two male Mages they had thrashed, somewhat gleefully.

"Erratic Shopping Book."

Although they later accidentally invaded the main city area of the Oasis, triggering the Void Realm’s war prematurely, all of this was merely because they were both cursed with the need for "eye contact" with others...

"Fate Q&A."

"Garden Battlefield."

"Dark Illusion Miracle Park." Sonia squeezed Ash’s hand a little harder.

Guided by Ash, they gradually recalled their adventurous experiences on the Time Continent, the setbacks and successes, the risks and rewards, the formidable enemies and hardships - all of these became their nourishment and anchor for each other.

Ash hazily guessed what the other six color mechanisms transformed by the Divine Lords might be - they must be the ’anchors’ that allowed Mages to stay focused and pursue time throughout the grand narrative.

Unfortunately, the colors had been stolen by the Divine Lords. To obtain the anchors of their souls, they not only had to risk their lives to kill Commanders but also could only forge the anchors of their wills on their own.

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Their collective will ultimately withstood the long erosion of time. They kept delving deeper, deeper, like three Seven-colored Fish, attempting to transform into dragons.

Suddenly, Ash and his companions saw a white light emerge from the depths of the Flowing Gold River. The three clasped each other’s hands, their Void Wings beating vigorously, leaving traces of Seven-colored Tail in the river, completely breaking free from the bonds of time!

The moment they broke free from the Flowing Gold River, they experienced an odd sensation of being upside down and nearly fell back into the river, but luckily, they supported each other and stabilized their forms instantly.

They, had stepped out of the Flowing Gold River.

This was a pure white and transparent world.

Ash looked down to see four massive pillars walking upon a golden sea. Their position was at the very tip of the tail; Ash could see that the tail was tightly pressed against the belly of the beast, with each hair of the tail extending into a golden river.

This Flowing Gold River they had struggled so hard to dive into, now appeared as a hanging river waterfall.

And as they swam upwards wearing the "Six-colored Anchor," their colors quickly contaminated the entire tail. The hairs at the end of the tail were one thing, but the closer they got to the tip, the more the tail’s color approached Seven-colored.

It wasn’t just the tail – they themselves were also stained with the color of the Flowing Gold River, diffusing Seven-colored hues, dazzling and spectacular.

The White Bull with a Seven-colored Tail.

Golden fish are not in the sea but in the sky; Seven-colored Tails are not above but in the river.

This is the true form of the Heavenly Carriage Bull; this is the reality of the Seven-colored Tail!

"There." Diya suddenly said.

Ash looked, and not far away was the source of the Flowing Gold River. There stood a gigantic door, made of purple steles, green vines, red soil, blue ores, orange fruit, and teal bones. At the bottom of the doorway, the Flowing Gold River’s waters continuously flowed out. fгeewebnovёl.com

They approached the giant door, and although what faced them appeared to be a void, they all knew that what awaited them was not emptiness but a rainbow.

Suddenly, Sonia stepped into the middle, taking hold of their two hands. No need for more words, the three exchanged glances and crossed through the giant door within the White Bull’s body together.

The next second, they were disassembled.

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