Those time travelers that year

"This is the Garbhadhatu Mandala of the Vajradhatu Mandala of my Tantric Buddhism. Although I only grasped a smattering of its essence at the time of my passing, it still gives me the confidence to withstand your attack," said the illusory figure on the mandala flower. "Of course, if you yourself were to come, you wouldn't even last half a breath..."

"Since you know that?" Charles looked at the illusory figure in surprise.

"Because when I was about to pass away, the Buddha took pity on me and I inadvertently glimpsed a glimpse of the future."

"Futurism?! You know what's going to happen?!"

"Indeed!"

"Did you see that? I said half an hour, and it's only half an hour at most!" Twisted, chaotic, and indescribable darkness gathered behind Charles, forming a chaotic mass that writhed like a living being.

521. Shire prepares to flank from behind.

A simple attack cannot overcome the sea of ​​flowers blocking the way. The phantom sitting atop the dark datura flower is merely a lingering obsession, not the monk himself. Moreover, the power that created this sea of ​​flowers does not originate from the monk himself, but from elsewhere—or rather, from the sealed space behind him, the power used for sealing.

The barrier created by this phantom is actually another manifestation of sealing power. If you intend to break it by force, you would have to tear apart the seal behind it as well.

But who says you always have to force your way in from the outside?! Little do people know, isn't the best way to open a door from the inside?!

The darkness and shadows brought by the abyss expanded, and a twisted malice permeated the air, beginning to erode everything around it. If this were in the outside world, the spread of the abyss would be like a deadly virus, corroding and turning into cancerous substances in whatever it touched—including all living things, plants, soil, sand, and even the world itself.

However, in the Netherworld, in this other world that exists between life and death, and even between reality and illusion, this effect seems to be suppressed by something. But that doesn't matter, as long as it works, that's enough.

'Amitabha Buddha, what wicked deeds!' Even the phantom could no longer remain unmoved when Charles revealed the abyss. 'Aren't you afraid that one day your evil deeds will be punished, and you will fall into the deepest hell?!'

"Stop talking nonsense, this isn't some kind of fool to ignorant mortals..." Charles scoffed at such words. "Avici Hell, what a load of rubbish, you might as well say the underworld—not to mention, if you want me to fall into Avici Hell, it would be more believable to have Shakyamuni Buddha strike out with the Tathagata Palm."

The phantom did not respond, but remained silent.

At this moment, it was visible to the naked eye that the falling petals began to wither one by one. Then these fallen petals quickly turned into a layer of decay that accumulated on the ground, withering, decaying, rotting... The domain belonging to the datura flower began to be eroded and corrupted, gradually moving towards a phantom.

However, the speed wasn't as fast as expected, suppressed and delayed by another force. But this was inevitable; the only difference was how much time it would take.

"If that's all there is to it..." the illusory figure said, "then it will probably take you more than half a day to break through my defenses."

"Didn't I tell you? Half an hour, at most just half an hour..." Charles laughed. "Even... less than half an hour!" As soon as he finished speaking, the writhing darkness and shadows, the chaotic abyss, began to change. Abyssal power surged, forming one abscess after another. These abscesses twisted and turned, radiating a disgusting malice, finally intertwining to form a gigantic, jet-black serpent. The serpent hissed, emitting a distorted cry, then opened its black mouth, revealing black fangs, and writhed as it charged towards the sea of ​​mandrake flowers.

These black abyssal serpents are not just a single one. Rather, they multiply, born from the chaos of darkness and shadow, carrying a thick layer of malice, radiating the power of despair and corruption, a swarm of ten thousand serpents rising up.

"Amitabha!" Facing the tide of ten thousand snakes, the phantom uttered a Buddhist chant. Suddenly, the falling petals increased dramatically, swirling and obscuring the phantom. Each abyssal snake could corrupt a large patch of petals, and the advance of thousands upon thousands of snakes rapidly eroded this sea of ​​flowers. However, after the phantom chanted the Buddhist chant, the falling petals transformed into a storm, sweeping out ever larger petals as they fell.

"Do you think you're Shakyamuni or Kasyapa...? You can't possibly be thinking of getting a smile out of a flower, can you? That's utter nonsense!"

As the swarm of snakes advanced, the abyss, like a tidal wave, began to envelop them as if it were alive. Just as Charles said, stopping him for half a day—no joke, being able to hold out for even half an hour was a miracle.

Not to mention...

"Heh... overestimating yourself." Watching the sea of ​​flowers gradually being consumed by the abyss, Charles paid it no heed whatsoever. In the distant realm of reality, the Knights of Fran continued to spread despair and destruction throughout the country's underworld. They massacred temple after temple, quickly finding their target and slaughtering everyone inside.

Conversely, here, with their space sealed off by Sharl, the three on this side are completely unaware of what has actually happened in reality. The connection between the Netherworld and reality has long been disrupted by Sharl's deliberate interference. And taking advantage of this opportunity, Sharl found a 'back door' from the outside, bypassing the current obstruction. A 'back door' that he couldn't pass through, but which could allow his power to spread in.

From the very beginning, Ciel never intended to break the seal head-on... Anyone could stall for time!

……

While it appeared that Xia'er was being 'blocked,' they were actually patiently waiting for another opportunity. Elsewhere, in the sealed-off Netherworld, the battle between gods continued as always. To call it a battle of equal strength was far from accurate.

Instead, it was a one-sided suppression.

An old man with steel attributes, wielding a katana, was being completely overwhelmed by Athena, a trinity of dragon and serpent attributes. This scene had utterly thrown the old man into disarray. Yes, he was being beaten mercilessly, not only gaining no advantage whatsoever, but he had even just narrowly escaped having his head chopped off. This Athena he was fighting didn't resemble the trinity of dragon and serpent attributes she displayed at all; instead, she was closer to the goddess of war from mythology.

In short, this guy was completely stunned by the beating.

The other ancestral god was equally stunned. Clearly, in this life-threatening situation, she had no choice but to break her seal and restore her divine status as the Earth Mother Goddess. But like her, she was utterly thrashed. Of course, it wasn't surprising that she was being beaten so badly, since the one beating her was none other than the arrogant lolita Lucifer, dressed in gothic lolita attire.

Although her daily behavior after being summoned showed absolutely no dignity in Ciel's eyes, completely disregarding her titles as the mythical ruler of hell and arrogant demon king, she ate nothing but sweets at every meal. It was only because this little girl wasn't human that she was sure to end up in the hospital.

Now, facing the progenitor of the gods who has regained her identity as the Earth Mother, Lucifer's response is quite simple. The sky is shrouded in the pitch-black night, but even the darkness cannot obscure the golden morning star in the sky. Lucifer, who should be considered a fallen angel, is wielding holy light with remarkable skill. Well, she has now descended with the divine status of the Morning Star Goddess, which makes sense.

Basically, tens of thousands of holy light swords were casually conjured and then unleashed upon the enemy like they were free. In an instant, the battlefield was filled with flashing holy light and echoing hymns, the blinding holy light crisscrossing everywhere. Those who didn't know better might even think this girl was a contemporary saintess, finding it impossible to connect this little girl with that arrogant demon king.

522. The Bento Boxes of the Yuu World Trio

In this world, in a place called the Netherworld, amidst the fiercest battle, another figure strolled through the endless sea of ​​stars in the void beyond this world. Of course, this sea of ​​stars was completely incomparable to the sea of ​​stars in the normal universe. The sea of ​​stars in the normal universe consists of luminous stars, while each star here actually belongs to a world in itself.

Some worlds are flat, with only one sun, and the moon is the same size as the sun. The sun and moon combined are still smaller than the Earth's surface, and these worlds are not heliocentric. However, there are also perfectly normal universes.

Every world has countless branching paths, and each branching path gives rise to a new world appearing in the void. Theoretically, every world is infinite, and the starry sea displayed in the void is an infinite number within an infinite number.

Only a very few worlds can integrate their various timelines, forming a ring-shaped crystal wall. For example, the Marvel and DC universes are such ring-shaped crystal walls. However, there are also worlds that have many parallel universes but lack the ability to integrate them.

This kind of world is basically everywhere.

These unconnected worlds are also the most likely places to attract the attention of those unspeakable evil beings in the void. The previous Marvel Cinematic Universe, if it hadn't been for some unknown child evil god infiltrating and forcibly opening a door, wouldn't have forced its core to abandon that universe, discarding it as a pawn to be devoured by those intruders.

Therefore, normally, those wandering voyeurs would usually target worlds that do not have a unified timeline.

Just like it is now.

After traveling a considerable distance, a dark voice arrived before a massive star and slowly stepped inside. Naturally, a gigantic bubble appeared before it; unfortunately, it was merely a bubble, not the central server of the bubble card game.

It's worth noting that this bubble wasn't isolated; it was formed by other different bubbles colliding together. It was like a cluster of bubbles squeezed together.

Of course, they are not yogurt bubbles as a super bubble group.

However, these bubble groups can be linked together when necessary.

“Greyspace, Krynnspace, and Realmspace…” The shadowy figure that had arrived in front of the crystal wall cluster looked at the three closest and most interconnected crystal wall bubbles within the cluster. Compared to the other crystal wall bubbles, which were all different in size, these three were quite unique. How so? Because this series was so famous, countless worlds had been derived from it. Even the three crystal wall bubbles that appeared in front of the shadowy figure were not unique, but rather composed of many similar, related, or even different world lines.

The road ahead is just one of them.

"Hmm, let me see. First, we need to drill a hole... then start handing out gifts to those legendary cowards! Hmm... wait! Grandpa Lei hasn't been completely overwhelmed by his brain-dead aura yet, that's good news..."

"Alright! That's settled! We just need to disrupt the flow of time a bit. I reckon by the time I'm done, the other side will be open too."

"Oh dear... it's almost time to hand out candy!"

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Few people know what is about to happen.

Just like in this world, few people were aware of the changes taking place in the Netherworld, after all, it was only a corner of the Netherworld. Even if there was a fierce battle here, it wouldn't affect anything else.

On the first battlefield, the battle was nearing its end. Ultimately, the modified Athena was far more powerful, overwhelming the disobedient god wielding a katana and leaving him on the verge of death.

The other pair, though consisting of a loli-like figure, and a rather short one at that, Lucifer, clearly held the upper hand, even against a god-ancestor who had been forced to revert to his Earth Mother form.

Bathed in the radiance of holy light, this hellish king, once hailed as the Child of Dawn, used a fighting style completely incongruous with her status—wielding holy light—to utterly crush her opponent. If she hadn't used an unknown method to resurrect herself, the opposing god would have already been defeated.

Of course, it's pretty much the same now!

The loli-sized Lucifer had already begun to frown. Even though she wasn't using her full strength, it was clear that failing to defeat her opponent after so long was making her extremely impatient.

A power distinct from that of the Morning Star began to emerge within Lucifer's petite body. Soon, the holy light that had been surrounding and attacking the God Ancestor began to undergo a different transformation. If the previous holy light was filled with the light of dawn and a sense of flourishing vitality, then the holy light now became sharp, oppressive, and quickly, all of it changed, turning into a purplish-black radiance.

Depravity!

At this moment, an extremely arrogant aura suddenly emerged from this seemingly undignified little girl, causing her opponent's expression to change drastically.

"This is a deity belonging to the Christian mythology, this is impossible!"

"Wait, no, you are..." The God Ancestor, who had reverted to his Earth Mother God form, seemed to recognize the loli's identity and his expression changed drastically. Unfortunately, it was too late.

In the purplish-black light, a colossal figure slowly emerged behind Lucifer. It was a dragon with red and black scales, a massive creature with seven heads and ten horns, wearing seven crowns.

In the center of the dragon is a dragon head wearing a crown inlaid with golden dawn.

The seven dragon heads, each with a different expression and gaze, stared at the ancestral god in front of them.

Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust...

"Insects!" A cold voice came from Lucifer's side. This little girl, who had previously shown no dignity, was now filled with arrogance and haughtiness. She said in a cold tone, "You can die now."

What was ultimately reflected in the eyes of this divine ancestor was the roar of a seven-headed, ten-horned evil dragon and its gaping maw.

……

"Not good!" The disobedient god wielding the katana paled and tried to rush to help, but Athena didn't give him the chance. He could only watch helplessly as the seven-headed, ten-horned dragon tore the ancestor of the gods apart.

"It seems the game is over!" Athena said with a smile. "...Then I'll end it here too!" A swirling galaxy appeared, and her original ancient Greek robes disappeared, replaced by a suit of armor, a spear in her hand, and the Medusa Shield.

"How could this be?!" The old man exclaimed in disbelief as he saw Athena's changed appearance.

“Why is it impossible?!” Athena retorted sarcastically. “Who says that Athena can only use the Triune Godhood and not the Goddess of War?” A radiant smile appeared on Athena’s face. “Besides, soon, mythology will no longer be able to restrict me. Athena will ultimately just be Athena.”

523. Monkey

“Your two accomplices are about to be completely wiped out. Aren’t you going to rescue them?” Charles said with interest, looking at the illusory figure that was still blocking his way.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk has no more attachments to this mortal world. The only thing I can do now is to settle our karmic debts with you and go to the Western Paradise." The illusory figure replied calmly and in an extremely calm tone.

"Is that so!?" Charles smiled and had no intention of continuing the conversation.

The current situation is far from favorable for the phantom. Nearly a third of the fallen mandala flower sea has been eroded by the abyss, turning into a place of depravity and decay. Of course, some time has passed. Although there's still a while until half an hour, it seems that at the current rate of erosion, Xia Er won't be able to tear the barrier apart within half an hour as he claimed.

Moreover, this phantom is still controlling the operation of the barrier, constantly slowing down the pace of erosion.

Of course, Charles knew what was going on, and he had no intention of relying on a frontal assault. After all, a fortified fortress is most easily breached from within.

If I'm not mistaken, behind this so-called Vajradhatu Mandala of Tantric Buddhism, in that sealed space, Xia Er had already entered through the 'back door' without anyone knowing.

This restricted monkey is right here.

Within this seal lies a range of towering mountains, and nestled within these mountains is a cluster of temples. No one exists there, yet the temples remain pristine and spotless, without a speck of dust.

There was no one else here, except for this unexpected guest.

Another Ciel bypassed all obstacles and restrictions and came directly here.

To be precise, this should actually be considered killing a clone of a clone, but causing mental schizophrenia is not a big deal for an evil god. Anyway, no matter how it's divided, it's still one individual, even if it's a clone of a clone, it's still Xia Er.

Since Ciel is already here, there's no need to worry about anything else.

In Xia Er's eyes, this temple had a strong Tang Dynasty flavor, especially with the various Sanskrit characters hidden throughout its walls. These Sanskrit characters were clearly not for meditation or self-cultivation; rather, they were inscriptions about suppressing demons and sealing things.

This is a place used to trap a monkey.

Even if that monkey wasn't in its complete form, but only a partial manifestation, it's precisely because the monkey inside was only one aspect of its whole that these incongruous Sanskrit characters couldn't suppress it.

"Oh dear! What should I say?" After looking at the Sanskrit text, Charles said without any surprise, "The so-called Tantric practices outside, like the Vajradhatu Mandala of Light and Darkness, the source of their power is indeed not that of that kicked-out monk... but rather comes from here!"

"But then again, if I didn't have that thing blocking me, how could I have easily found a loophole to sneak in!? Hehehe..." Charles chuckled, easily walking in and heading step by step towards the place in the temple that exuded a fierce aura.