Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1612 Time Corridor

Clang, clang, clang! Clang, clang, clang...

The vibrations of the metal chains between the totem poles became increasingly dense and frequent. For an ordinary Stigmata Wizard, the raw materials for a single chain would be enough to bankrupt him, but Grimm treated so many chains as consumables.

By gathering the power of the eight directions of the earth vein world with the totem chains, the intensity of the gravitational ripples was increased to about 2,500 times. In fact, this was far from the limit of the power of the eight directions, but it had reached the limit of the totem materials of the Green Altar.

"The internal structure of these mithril crystal chains is constantly collapsing. We only have a quarter of an hourglass left. If we can find traces of the demon doll in the past timeline, we must persuade it to come to this timeline within this time."

The energy around the altar was already raging and boiling, and the massive gravitational waves caused the air to form a high-pressure arc-shaped distortion. When creatures in the distance looked here, apart from the raging energy, they could hardly find the altar. The high-pressure air arc had shrunk the altar by thousands of times, making it hidden.

On his shoulder, Little Eight was rubbing its wings inside the Green Energy Shield, looking a little nervous and expectant.

"Quick, quick, where's the clue about the medium for the demon doll?"

Grimm retrieved some inconspicuous ashes from the dimensional gap. These ashes were remnants left behind during Grimm's battle with the doll, as the doll increased its power and burned itself. They were also the basis for Grimm's ability to attempt spacetime summoning experiments.

Otherwise, without any clues, like Green losing Little Eight, once lost, they are completely lost.

"May the demon doll, lost in the layers of time, flow down here through the time tunnel! Grimm's Time-Space Summoning Technique!"

hum...

As the ultimate energy of the dimensional sphere was infused, it no longer existed as a sphere of the Great Thousand Worlds, but as a calm black crack. After a deep roar, Grimm took out a beam of dazzling light with his right hand. In an instant, this beam of dazzling light pierced through heaven and earth, penetrated time and space, and merged into the vast balance rules of the endless world in the form of roots.

Green directly grasped a thread of the balance rule!

"The art of equivalent balance".

With a "poof," the ashes in his hand were dispersed by the rules of balance. Green then sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, his two-colored eyes tightly closed, with only the vertical pupil of the Eye of the World in the center of his forehead swaying violently, as if his energy was being severely depleted.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

Green's unwavering will, like a vengeful spirit, traversed the chaotic spacetime, each step spanning thousands of years.

As a time tunnel, everything in the eyes of time-traveling beings is completely different from that of space-traveling beings.

The gravitational magnetic field of the ley lines world had long since disappeared. Everything Grimm saw was composed of countless overlapping phantoms. These overlapping phantoms represented the changes that all things had undergone over time. In Grimm's eyes, the light of balance was guiding him. These phantoms were like steps for him to walk on. With just one step, Grimm had completed his expedition. A few steps had traversed his entire life.

Immediately afterwards, everything within the Light of Balance became unreal, as if a time corridor had merged giant oil paintings into one.

These oil paintings depict a variety of scenes: some with blue skies and white clouds, others with boundless darkness, and still others with glaciers, snowfields, lava fields, swirling sandstorms, overflowing floods, floating continents, fog-shrouded illusions, and spatial distortions. They are all interconnected and lead to the unknown. Green cannot stop his movements and can only let the light of balance carry him faster and faster through this endless tunnel.

"If this continues, my consciousness will probably be completely digested by this dimension. This may be a dimensional gate that is rarely explored, just like the Yellow Springs Realm on the other side, beyond the dimensional esophagus, the infinite microscopic world, and the vast void."

Using the Light of Balance as a lever, one end is connected to the Blood Essence Bead in the center of the altar, and the other end pierces through the dimensional gate, leading to the unknown. Green's consciousness follows the Light of Balance further and further away.

Fortunately, after leaving the dimensional esophagus, the doll did indeed get lost in the time period before the wizarding world where Grimm was.

hum!

Suddenly, the Light of Balance brought Green to a stop. It was a vast, gray painting, with nothing else in it. The Light of Balance had come to an end here.

Green knew that the magic doll existed in this world 143 million years ago.

Although it was urgent, Green did not immediately step into this world, but instead looked into the depths of the semi-distorted corridor.

Deeper into that time tunnel, Green seemed to vaguely sense something that was also traveling through the time tunnel, just like himself.

However, the difference is that, as a living being with independent consciousness, although I am only a wisp of consciousness, I still have a unique aura in this time tunnel, just like a candle, its light shining with its own rhythm, while that thing is just a shell, like those walking corpses in the Lost Kingdom of the Continent of Gods.

"A mere shell devoid of soul and consciousness?"

Since Green can already sense this thing, it means it's not far from him, probably within tens of thousands of years.

The thirst for knowledge was enough to make the wizard forget his fear, suppress all negative states, and wait quietly.

Click, click, click, click...

It's called a time corridor, surrounded by murals of the world, yet there are no clear boundaries. Green is so small in this corridor, like a tiny insect, insignificant.

As the clicking sounds from the time corridor grew clearer, a massive metal object, hundreds of times larger than Green, slowly swam through the corridor in a spiraling motion.

Its shape resembled a wind-up frog, but it was very mottled and crude, and had been severely corroded. There was even a crudely made wind-up knob at the tail. Although it was just an empty shell and had no self-awareness, Green knew that it had once been a terrifying creature that was close to or had reached the level of a Black Witch King or a first-ring True Spirit Wizard.

"If I get lost here, and my consciousness is digested by this dimension, my body will probably be like it, instinctively searching for its own consciousness in the tunnel of time, but it will never find it, and eventually it will be digested by this dimension."

With this realization, and seeing the bizarre metal behemoth getting closer and closer, even with the echoing "click-clack" of the mechanical clockwork inside, Green didn't hesitate and rushed into the illusory oil painting in the corridor.

The magic doll should be here!

boo.

The sensation of penetrating a layer of water film, though the surrounding energy and matter gradually became clearer, and the shadows of time gradually disappeared, led Green to this unknown world from 143 million years ago.

Everything was real except for Green's consciousness, which was an illusion.

(End of this chapter)