Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 220: God's Tomb, Holy Plane Ancient Battlefield

An Jing's voice was soft, but it sent a shudder through Yuri's body. She looked up suddenly, seeing the shadows of time and space gears swirling in An Jing's eyes, reflecting the land of his hometown, eroded by alien creatures.

"Sir." Yuri's voice was choked.

She recalled the scene when she left her homeland: a pitch-black fog shrouded the entire valley, blocking even sunlight. The desperate cries of her people still echoed in her dreams.

An Jing tapped the halberd with his fingertips, and the Chaos Trident suddenly let out a clear dragon roar.

The ancient runes on the halberd blade lit up one after another, and the sea surface within a radius of ten miles began to reflect the starry sky. It was not the night sky, but a torn fault in time and space!

"No need to do that." He raised his hand, and a gentle spiritual force lifted Yuri up. "This is my responsibility.

If possible, please compile a list of all the things from outside the domain so I can see what the situation is."

"Sir, I'll go sort out the information right away!"

She suppressed the excitement in her heart, her voice still trembling slightly. This day had finally arrived, and the nightmare that had plagued her hometown for hundreds of years was finally coming to an end.

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"Brother Jing, aren't you planning to return home with us?" Zhao Manyan asked doubtfully.

After hearing this, Mu Ningxue and the others all looked at An Jing and listened silently to his answer.

"Returning home?" He shook his head, his eyes sweeping over everyone's expectant gazes. "There are still some things that need to be taken care of."

"I'll be back once I finish what I'm doing." An Jing turned and looked toward the distant horizon, his voice reassuringly calm. "I'll be back."

The affairs of the Holy City have not been dealt with yet. The current situation is definitely the perfect opportunity to rule the Holy City! As long as he returns to the Holy City with the Dominant Emperor,

You will definitely gain a group of loyal followers!
In the Holy City, strength reigns supreme. Even an archangel would struggle to convince the public without a convincing record. Just like Saga in the original novel, even after killing Su Lu, she still lacked recognition.

There is no other reason. It is because Shaka has no decent record of battle, and killing Su Lu will not win the support of others.

In addition, Shaka has been drifting outside without any sense of belonging, so naturally she cannot attract her own team. Of course, Shaka herself does not have the intention to do so.

But An Jing is different.

He already has a small team, with only Nima Ke Ye, and now Ke Ye is half dead. This opportunity to train a team naturally cannot be missed.

"Now that the war is imminent, it is still difficult for you to resist the sea monster with your current strength. Instead of returning home, you might as well take advantage of this gap to gain some more experience.
I just happen to have an excellent place for cultivation." An Jing turned around and looked at Mo Fan and the others.

If he were to take charge of the Holy City in the future, he would probably rarely go back to China. With the butterfly effect now, he can no longer see where the timeline is.

He didn't know if it would be advanced, so he could only let Mo Fan and the others grow faster. "It's just right, I haven't had enough fighting yet! Anyway, there's nothing else to do back home. I have to reach the Super Rank before returning." Mo Fan grinned.

He was high level when he came and he was still high level when he left. What the hell is this?
"Yeah, that's my plan too." Zhao Manyan nodded, his eyes sweeping across the devastated sea. He never wanted to experience that feeling of powerlessness again.

"My idol, Ms. Branchi and I will listen to you."

Heidi said softly, her long flaxen hair glowing softly in the moonlight. They had followed An Jing out to gain experience, and since there was such an excellent environment for training, they naturally wanted it.

Mu Ningxue stood on the broken reef, the sea breeze whipping her long, silver-white hair. The floating remains of the emperor in the distance silently spoke of the war's brutality, the dark purple blood staining the entire sea an eerie hue.

"With Shaoyu in Jingcheng, there won't be any problems for now," she said softly, her eyes sweeping across the devastated sea. "I'm also willing to join this training."

The salty sea breeze blew across Mu Ningxue's nose, and she suddenly recalled the scene three days ago. The Emperor Twins tore through the clouds, and her ice magic couldn't even leave a white mark on their armor. If it weren't for the protection of the Frost of the Otherworld, they would have been...
Mu Ningxue looked down at the faint frost marks on her palm. They were the marks left by something from outside the domain.

This kind of external force is ultimately limited. If you want to truly protect Jingcheng, you must reach the level of forbidden spells with your own strength!

"Only by becoming stronger." She clenched her fists, her knuckles crackling, "can I compete with the emperor!"

Seeing this, An Jing said no more. Wherever the tip of the halberd pointed, the space was torn apart as easily as thin paper, revealing the dazzling golden nothingness inside.

"In that case." He turned and looked at everyone, the golden space reflected in the shadows of the time and space gears in his eyes, "Then let's go."

Zhao Manyan's pupils shrank as he felt the rich aura of light surge in like a tide. The golden light seemed to entwine his light nebula as if alive, and the once solid bottleneck began to give way!
"Holy crap! This place is incredible!" He rubbed his hands together excitedly, his light energy coursing through his body like crazy. Brancon also nodded. She could sense that by cultivating in this space, his light energy cultivation would reach incredible heights.

Mo Fan stood at the edge of the golden void, his demonic scales emitting subtle sizzling sounds amidst the rich light element. He felt as if the demonic power within him had been poured with a basin of cold water, and his movements slowed down slightly.

"Brother Jing." He scratched his head, a hint of discomfort in his voice, "Where exactly is this place?"

"This is a paradise for light mages." He turned and looked at the crowd, the golden space reflected in the shadows of the time and space gears in his eyes. "It is also a hell for black magic."

"I call it the Holy Plane."

Today, the holy plane has been reshaped by him and has become an excellent training ground.

Michael stood behind An Jing, his emerald eyes filled with shock. He could sense the extremely rich light element in this space, each ray of light containing a heart-pounding energy.

"No wonder." Michael murmured softly, his eyes sweeping over An Jing's tall and straight figure, "Your cultivation is growing so fast."

Of course, Michael did not think in the direction of the Heavenly Father, nor did he imagine that this was actually the place where the Heavenly Father lived during his lifetime.

"Archangel, why don't you go in and take a look? We don't have that much time anyway." After sending Mo Fan and the others into the Holy Plane, he turned around and looked at Michael who had a look of emotion on his face.

ps: Chapter 2 is here!!
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