Chapter 969 - 752: Forging Success, the Voice of the Cultivator

Chapter 969: Chapter 752: Forging Success, the Voice of the Cultivator

To forge a higher self, the first thing to do is to stabilize your true heart within this source akin to the river of time, so as not to get lost in the source as time flows by.

Otherwise, the body would become a walking corpse, unable to return.

As time kept passing, the surrounding scenery changed again, with various species starting to proliferate, and the land gradually coming to life.

The sky was occupied by birds, the ground by beasts, and the waters by swimming fish.

Gradually, more and more life spread across this place.

Then, once again, time flowed, as though someone pressed a fast-forward button, swiftly advancing forward.

In just a few breaths, humans were born.

Though not much time seemed to have passed since the birth of humankind, for Qin An, it felt like countless years had gone by.

In this vast stretch of time, he felt his consciousness steadily sinking, as if he might at any moment lose his true heart in this river of the source, becoming a walking corpse drifting endlessly.

But Qin An persisted on.

Clenching his teeth, he resisted the onslaught of this power.

However, Qin An knew he couldn’t hold out for long, as the force grew stronger as time advanced.

Even with his current cultivation in the Great Success of the Celestial Human Realm, it was still difficult to resist.

"I must find a way, or else there will only be a dead end awaiting me."

He indeed needed to devise a plan, as even though only a short time had passed, the source had flowed far away.

In his sight, humans began to split into factions, establishing tribes, and started fighting each other, seeking to annex other tribes and ultimately dominate the world.

Thus began the era of conflict.

And as the conflicts began, the special fluctuations became more frequent, causing Qin An’s rate of sinking to accelerate.

Yet now, by what means could he combat this force of sinking?

If he relied solely on his current capabilities, including the techniques he had mastered, it would be impossible to overcome this crisis.

"Then what I must do now is attempt to leverage external power," Qin An thought to himself.

This pain was a hundred times more agonizing than being cut to pieces.

If he didn’t find a way to survive, he would surely perish here, without a final resting place.

Qin An looked up, scanning the surroundings, in hopes of finding something within the river of the source that he could grasp onto to sustain him.

As he pondered this, his gaze suddenly fixed upon a ball of light, precisely where the mysterious finger was housed.

If now there was any external thing he could muster, it would be this finger.

Apart from that, there was nothing else he could rely upon.

After pondering for a moment, Qin An decided to attempt using this finger as the key to breakthroughs.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, then used the last shred of consciousness to envelop the finger.

He wanted to see if he could use his willpower to extract the finger, to see if it could help him survive this crisis.

And as Qin An used his thoughts to communicate with the finger, at some point, it underwent a change.

The finger suddenly erupted with a huge force of energy, and at the moment this energy boiled, it produced a powerful pressure.

The pressure was frightful, but for Qin An right now, it merely registered as a slight stress.

As Qin An continued to mobilize the power of this finger, the originally normal flowing time, along with the boiling river of the source, suddenly became more turbulent.

They seemed to encounter the biggest enemy in life, astonishingly bypassing Qin An, focusing all their power on this finger.

Qin An wore a confused expression.

At this moment, the pressure on him lessened sharply, but the unfolding events before him were enough to bewilder him.

Why were they no longer attacking him, no longer dragging him down, but turning to attack that finger instead?

Qin An fell into deep thought, until a streak of light suddenly flashed in his mind, revealing the exact reason.

The reason they turned to attack this finger might be due to its owner.

Back then, a remarkably talented cultivator came here and, unable to resist, severed a finger to escape.

Under the flow of time and the source, the finger gradually encased itself, making the source believe it posed no threats.

Now that Qin An presented the finger, tapping into its terrifying instinct, it immediately alerted the river of the source that the intruding cultivator back then was still alive.

Thus, it frantically attacked, aiming to eradicate it.

Because of this, Qin An managed to take a breath.

The finger continuously resisted the onslaught of the source, whilst vivid scenes of wonder were conjured by the source.

At this moment, isolated tribes had ceased their assaults, electing the strongest tribe, which began its endless prosperity and growth.

Humanity also began to grow slowly in number.

Gradually, the world witnessed the first mythical creature, one that morphed into human form, starting to spread the bloodline of the Demon Race.

Little by little, humans and the Demon Race came to evenly match each other.

Then, after a long time passed, along with the rise of humanity’s thoughts, the first Pseudo-God gradually emerged.