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Chapter 1634 - 992: The 2nd Stone Jar

Chapter 1634: Chapter 992: The 2nd Stone Jar

After all the anomalies born within the Three Lifetimes Stone Vase and the stone vase itself were completely absorbed, the altar gradually returned to tranquility.

The extraordinary altar hovered in the air, whirling endlessly, leaving people bewildered and unsure if more anomalies might appear in the next moment.

Jiang Hui was also uncertain and could only fix his gaze intently on the altar.

All around, as the altar gently rotated, indescribable glows were drawn in, merging into the mouth of the altar like a whale swallowing water.

This made the entire altar suddenly seem more sacred and flawless, drawing the awe of onlookers.

Jiang Hui repeatedly glanced aside.

That stone vase was something he borrowed from Emperor Huanfen.

It was someone else’s treasured possession.

To have it devoured by his Golden Finger just like that—this was terribly inappropriate, and he wondered how he would explain it later.

He quickly focused his mind to connect with the altar. Fortunately, after a while, he finally received a response.

A peculiar fluctuation rushed through the altar.

Immediately after, the stone vase that had been swallowed was unexpectedly dropped from the altar’s mouth.

To be more accurate, it was spat out.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Huaigu, regardless of why it seemed to have been spat out, felt a surge of joy in his heart and immediately reached out to grab the stone vase.

Once it was grasped in his hand again, he felt a sense of relief, at least avoiding suspicion of stealing under trust.

Although, if he did end up losing the stone vase, Emperor Huanfen might not really turn against him.

After all, there was a debt of gratitude for saving a life, and for Emperor Huanfen at present, the stone vase clearly no longer held the importance it once had.

But regardless, the stone vase was still of significant importance to its rightful owner, and Jiang Huaigu had borrowed it for a reason. Losing it like this would certainly arouse suspicion, as if he had intentionally lost it.

Moreover, losing someone else’s most precious item would definitely affect the hard-won friendship between the two.

Fortunately, the stone vase was useful to his Golden Finger but hadn’t reached the point of being irretrievably consumed.

Yet, in the next moment, inexplicably, Jiang Hui felt his spirits lighten as a gentle breeze swept through his heart, sparking an epiphany. He paused for a moment, followed this movement of his heart, and immediately immersed his mind into the altar.

Upon examining it, Jiang Huaigu was instantly shocked beyond measure.

The internal space of the altar was vast and boundless, and in the deepest part of that space, another stone vase was quietly suspended.

The two stone vases were nearly identical, as if they were carved from the same mold.

The bottom of the vase was a smooth stone surface like tofu, emitting a faint fluorescence. Wisps of hazy gas slowly seeped from the vase’s mouth, not turbulent, but conveying an infinite feel.

An inexplicable tremor rose in Jiang Huaigu’s heart, as if something was calling to him.

Without hesitation, he exerted his Primordial Spirit, separating from his physical body and transformed into a stream of light, directly sinking into that mysterious stone vase.

In an instant, an unprecedented sense of peace swept over him, as if the entire world had quieted down.

Jiang Huaigu felt as if he had returned to an embryonic state, curled up in a warm womb.

An unprecedented drowsiness overcame him, irresistibly urging him to sleep deeply.

Not resisting the pull to remain awake, he instead yielded to this feeling, slowly entering a dream.

In his dream, he felt himself being split into three parts.

Each part carried a different timeline and destiny point.

One part resided in the past, spanning endless, indescribable ancient years.

He was amid the endless river of time and space, witnessing the transformations of history and the ebb and flow of ages.

It was as if he personally experienced those glories and declines, prosperity and decay.

One part was entrenched in the present, where the cosmos had yet to be decided, the path long and obstructed.

One part striking towards the future, the present too is the past.

One life’s body, three lifetimes’ feelings.

Jiang Hui experienced an unprecedentedly mystical sensation.

It reminded him of Emperor Huang Tian’s drop of blood that could transform all ages, transform at will.

But at most, there was only a spiritual resemblance, with clear distinctions and differences between them.

Transform at will, transform all ages, Emperor Huang Tian could transform into any entity, even an enemy, to aid in battle; he could manifest at any point in time, training across different times and places.

Whereas he was different, his Three Lifetimes Body existed only on the eternal time nodes of past, present, and future concepts.

In the next moment.

Jiang Hui suddenly felt a great relief, as if clouds had been pushed away from the skies, or as if a great burden had been lifted off.

Then.

Jiang Hui could personally feel all his negative emotions being completely swept away.

He immediately opened his eyes wide, exceedingly shocked.

Be aware, at his level, internal emotions were nearly impossible to be influenced by the external world, external objects; his Dao heart was astonishingly firm, synonymous with impregnable.

Especially after reaching the Sacrificial Path State, his mind would undergo an unprecedented sublimation to match his Primordial Spirit to this realm.

But this didn’t mean those in the Sacrificial Path Realm wouldn’t have any negative emotions.

Even those as mighty as the beings above the Sacrifice Path would ultimately be troubled by negative emotions, compelled to self-immolation.

It was challenging to produce negative emotions.

But once borne.

It would be an unimaginably grand disaster.

Moreover, negative emotions couldn’t be thoroughly cleansed, they could only be forcibly suppressed, yet suppression always had limits, across myriad ages, under eternal time, there would always be a moment of loss of control. Once it exploded, it would be unstoppable like a breached river.