I have a city in another world

Chapter 6815 The Terrifying River

At this moment, both creators felt a deep sense of fear and were desperately trying to escape this terrifying river.

They knew in their hearts that what was swallowing them was not the river, but an incredibly terrifying force of rules.

Even gods are like ants before him.

The countless lives that came into being and died in the river in an instant evoked a deep sense of fear.

Even the most powerful being, the Creator, would experience unspeakable panic and despair during the process of sensing and probing.

Once one becomes tainted by divine thoughts, it's like a maggot clinging to a bone; there's simply no way to get rid of it.

The chilling stench and deep decay were truly terrifying.

Terrifying, terrifying, truly terrifying to the extreme.

The river seems to have an infinite suction force; if you are not careful, you will be deeply trapped in it and then completely sink into the river.

If you look closely, you can see that the rolling river has a cold, blue light, formed from countless fragments of time.

Within each drop of water lies the lingering shadow of the fates of billions of living beings.

The moment he was swept into the river, the power of the laws surrounding him dissipated like melting snow, and even the divine patterns on his robes began to fade.

Under the influence of the power of the rules, the divine bodies of the two creators were forcibly materialized, just like ordinary flesh and blood beings.

The flesh and blood transformed into a transparent crystal, and countless marks of time were spreading beneath the skin. When the two creators tried to sever the body eroded by the river, the splashing blood droplets actually condensed into the shape of an infant in mid-air!
In the blink of an eye, the baby transformed into an old man with white hair, pleading with him with his toothless mouth open.

"Damn it, what the hell is this thing?"

The black-robed creator clearly saw his reflection in the river aging rapidly, his hair and beard turning yellow and falling out at a visible speed.

As a transcendent deity, one is capable of writing and altering rules, and aging is simply not something that happens to the creator.

But at this moment, the impossible actually happened to the two creators.

The black-robed creator was horrified to discover that countless "selves" were floating in the river—some of them were still young people who had just entered the path of divinity, full of vigor and unmatched by anyone.

Some were elderly people, frail and weak, their steps faltering, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into skeletons.

The projection of time drifted like waves, and the figure inside let out a silent roar, its hideous, withered fingers piercing the water's surface to grab his ankle.

The situation of the white-robed creator was clearly much worse.

His body suddenly exploded, transforming into many figures that merged into the waves, sinking and struggling in those miniature fragments of spacetime.

Some are being destroyed in nuclear explosions, truly reduced to dust; others are on desolate, frost-covered planets, frozen into human-shaped ice blocks by the cold currents.

In the nearest wave, He saw Him sitting on His Godhood, yet He was met with a united rebellion from countless believers, and dragged into the abyss by chains formed from resentment.

To be subjected to such torture is truly unbearable.

Looking closer at the rugged riverbed, one finds countless remnants of divine artifacts: a broken spinning wheel of fate, a rusty pair of scissors of cause and effect, and a shattered compass of reincarnation.

The mutilated skeleton of a giant dragon is still entwined with lingering dragon magic, the incantations reassembling and disintegrating in the river.

A dragon-slaying sword was stuck in the center of the skull, the fatal wound that caused death.

In a more distant area, a group of angelic spirits enveloped by the waves are endlessly cycling between immortality and death.

Each time the tide surges, these spirits are annihilated and disintegrate, emitting mournful and painful howls.

But when the next wave appears, these spirits that have vanished will reappear out of thin air.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly.

Such a terrifying sight made the two creators unable to remain calm any longer. Their only thought at that moment was to struggle desperately to get away from this river.

Before today, the two creators would never have believed that they would be trapped in a river.

After all, ordinary rivers are nothing in the eyes of the Creator and can do nothing to them.

If needed, the Creator can create rushing rivers in the blink of an eye, or dry up and change the course of great rivers. In the eyes of the Creator, all things in the mortal world are merely various kinds of tools.

Knowing its capabilities, one can create it when needed, and destroying it is even easier.

But the river before them reminded the two creators of a legend, a taboo that even the gods feared.

Legend has it that there is a river of time that can devour everything in the world, and whether you like it or not, you will inevitably be drawn into it.

Even the most powerful gods are not worthy to stand on the riverbank and watch; they could easily be drawn into the chaos.

If you fall into the river and cannot escape in time, you will be completely imprisoned and bound.

Both powerful creators had heard similar legends, but had never actually witnessed the River of Time.

I've always harbored a sliver of doubt about the terrifying power of time, and I always felt that the rumors were exaggerated.

Once a cultivator becomes a deity, he or she becomes exceptionally confident, believing that there is nothing in the world that he or she cannot do.

They question and try many things until they find the real answer.

The skepticism surrounding the "river of time" theory is understandable, given the incredible nature of the related legends.

Powerful and confident deities will try every means to decipher and verify the truth or falsehood of the legends.

But at this moment, when the two creators came into contact with each other, they discovered that the rumors were indeed unbelievable.

The terror of the river of time far surpassed that of legends, utterly terrifying them.

At this moment, he couldn't help but curse inwardly. The contents of the legend were too false, and it was simply a concealment and weakening of the river of time.

If one believes this to be true, one will inevitably underestimate the terror of the river of time, thus putting oneself in a dangerous situation.

Among all the gods and spirits, there must be some who know the terror of the River of Time, but have no intention of sharing it.

Secrets like these are best kept to oneself; there's absolutely no need to tell others.

If the two creators manage to escape this time, they will also keep this earth-shattering secret.

If you cause yourself unnecessary trouble because of your loose tongue, you will definitely regret it when the time comes.

At this moment, there is no need to consider anything else. The first priority is to escape from the river of time. Otherwise, if we delay any longer, we will end up like other living beings, sinking and struggling in the river of time.

The black-robed creator decisively cast a spell, attempting to summon his natal artifact, only to find that the divine power had vanished without a trace.

"We have to find a way to escape, or we'll all die here!"

The white-robed creator suddenly roared, and a divine light burst forth from his fingertips, clearly unleashing his trump card.

The moment it touched the river's surface, its fingertips aged and decayed, turning into a few grotesque white bones.

"There must be a supreme being manipulating the laws of time, and we've both been affected!"

The two creators considered a possibility: the gods who were supposedly swallowed by the river of time were not powerless to escape, but were deliberately imprisoned by some being beyond the level of the creators.

They were left trapped in the river, struggling and sinking, enduring torment every moment.

In a short period of time, the two creators tried various methods, but they were unable to leave at all.

The panic intensified to the point of being almost uncontrollable; even the mighty Creator had lost his composure.

"Damn it, is there really no way to get rid of this?"

The black-robed creator roared, unleashing all his cultivation techniques, with the fine thread of rules He had refined over a thousand years swirling and dancing around him.

They kept cutting through the surrounding rivers, trying to escape the perilous environment, or turning the threads into ropes, trying to drag themselves away from the shore.

The white-robed creator was the same; he tried various methods, but to no avail.

A wave of despair washed over them, and the two creators began to doubt that they could ever escape the river of time.