Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: Eternal Silence Mark The twisted fierce pollution echoed in He Ao’s mind, surrounded by intense roars and sounds of battle. In that moment, He Ao seemed to return to an era lost to time, to the battlefield of slaughter. He ‘traveled across’ history, pulling out this longsword. The longsword grated against the remnants and armor, emitting a sharp sound. The silver longsword, hovering between illusion and reality, slowly rose in He Ao’s field of view. One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters. When the sword was pulled out to five centimeters, the surrounding howls vanished again, drifting snowflakes descended from Heaven, and the world fell into silence once more. The sword got stuck again. He Ao looked up, gazing around the Firmament. In the indistinct moment, his field of view seemed to transcend the skies and clouds, glimpsing some hazy brilliance at the world’s edge. He had not seen these things before. Previously, although he could control this world, he could not sense its outer layer, nor the edge of this world. He was deepening his control over this world. He lowered his head, looking at the silver longsword in front of him. Just like before, the silver longsword remained stuck in the same place, he couldn’t pull it higher. The power from history was still insufficient. He Ao had actually realized the ‘root’ of why this sword couldn’t be pulled out. He hadn’t touched the ‘real’ existence of this sword. Yet those historical forces allowed him to form a sort of channel to span history and grip this sword situated in a historic timeline. He Ao released his hand, gazing at the silver longsword. The sword itself didn’t bounce back when he let go. It remained there, holding its five-centimeter extracted position. The traces of history around it harmonized with the sword’s current state, as if it had always been drawn out to this point. He Ao withdrew his gaze, turned his head, looking to the side. A new crack spread on his ice sword, entwining with the previous two lines, covering the entire ice sword. The ice sword began to tremble uncontrollably. He Ao clasped the ice sword, suppressing the fierce quivering, his other hand reaching towards the void. He sensed the world’s edge, and the surrounding flowing space. Overlapping spaces contracted before him instantly, rivers and seas compressed into a slender line. A towering platform appeared in front of him, with a stone house resembling a temple standing atop the platform, with the black book placed deep within the stone house. Subsequently, the space of the towering platform folded, directly delivering the ‘stone house’ to He Ao’s front. He extended his hand as the platform inside the stone house automatically moved forward, presenting the black book upon the platform to him. He directly picked up the black book, holding the spine. A dark flowing light arose on the book’s surface. His Divine Sense overflowed from his fingertips, streaming into the small book. This time, what he sensed was no longer just the narrow spine, but the front and back cover along with the spine. The disturbances and mixtures brought by historical change allowed him to truly touch the mysticism entity of this book. Black pages floated in the air, and as soon as He Ao touched the black book, those pages instantly shattered, turning into scattered jet-black ashes. The ashes lingered in the air, and then under the encasement of Divine Sense, surged toward the black book like flowing water. Subsequently, these ashes, like streams falling into deep chasms, seeped into the black book’s dark cover. This scene left He Ao slightly dazed; previously, the ashes of the Pages of the Past Book adhered to the surface of the Historical Contract, still visible in form. However, in the perception of Mysticism, He Ao could still perceive the existence of the Pages of the Past Book. He paid little attention to this, instead manipulating the ashes of the Pages of the Past Book, letting them adhere to the Historical Contract in the perception of Mysticism. This time, he finally had enough ‘operation area’ to inscribe the complete Control Array onto the Historical Contract. A crack nearly traversing the entire ice sword spread out on it, causing the whole sword to tremble uncontrollably. The gaze of the Eye of Truth suddenly shifted to the ice sword, orange-gray brilliance flowed from He Ao’s fingertips, forcibly suppressing the trembling of the sword’s body. Meanwhile, He Ao focused most intently on the Historical Contract. This wasn’t his first time drawing a Control Array, but this time, he didn’t have as much time for modifications. The ashes of the Pages of the Past Book could just extend into a complete Control Array on the simplified Array he drew earlier. Even if he could tear off the ashes and redraw when he made a mistake, time would not wait for him. And just at the moment of this drawing, He Ao felt the sky above his head squirm for a moment. The dark clouds covering the Firmament were mostly dispersed in this instant, revealing the scenery above the Firmament. The outlines of two massive hazy planets each occupied half of the sky, now rapidly approaching. One of the planets seemed to be covered by a layer of hazy space-time, making it impossible to discern its specific appearance. But as time passed, the space-time covering it was gradually ‘fading away’. He Ao did not look at the spectacle in the sky; he only knew that the mystical connections attached to him were getting heavier, almost suffocating him. However, his actions showed no sign of stopping, and his drawing of the Control Array strokes was as precise as a well-oiled machine, showing no deviation or tremble. He Ao could feel his energy and Soul being quickly consumed along with the drawing of the Array. Finally, just as his energy was about to be completely drained, the Array was fully drawn. It seemed as if the world quieted down for a moment, and He Ao quietly gazed at the outlined Array, as if he could hear the heartbeat rising and falling in his chest. At last, after a brief pause, streams of black light emanated from the dark book pages, spreading around the entire Control Array. Soon after, in He Ao’s mystical perception, the well-engraved Control Array sank into the cover of the Historical Contract like an island sinking into the sea. And in that instant, the small book tightly held by He Ao trembled slightly, slipped from his palm, and began to flip rapidly. An invisible connection formed between He Ao and the small book at that moment. In this instant, He Ao did not pay attention to the rapidly flipping book pages, but directly turned his head to look at the silver Longsword beside him. Amidst the intense rustling of the book pages, scattered Snowflakes fluttered in the sky, with the two massive planets above the Firmament still swiftly approaching. He Ao’s palm grasped the handle of the silver sword. The stars shifted, spring and summer exchanged, and the sound of frantic slaughter, carrying fierce contamination, once again rushed into He Ao’s mind. The dark small book hovered next to He Ao, its pages flapping rapidly, revealing line after line of dense text. The dark light enveloped He Ao’s body and quickly gathered at his fingertips. He held tightly onto the intricately carved sword hilt, and with a forceful motion, lifted upward. Amidst the crisp sound of metal scraping against metal, the silver Longsword suddenly rose along the gaps in the armor. It was pulled out from this mountain of corpses. At this moment, the rapidly flipping pages of the small book turned to the last page, where, at the end of dense paragraphs, a new line of text emerged. [He Ao pulled out the ‘Eternal Silence Mark’ from the history of the Trapped Destiny Plate] Thunder streaked across the sky, and the entire ‘battlefield’ within the history became silent in an instant. In this split second, endless space-time began to converge in front of He Ao. The entire history within the Trapped Destiny Plate shrank, overlapped, and stretched out into a long river in his field of view. He stood at the end of this ‘river of history’, looking towards the direction of the ‘past’. First came a desolate barrenness, a world that had been destroyed, and at the end of this desolation was a massive, grey light that seemed to form a barrier across heaven and earth. Just by gazing at this light for a moment, the fierce contamination, laden with chaotic knowledge, rushed into He Ao’s mind. The light seemed like a broken knife cutting down from beyond the world, directly severing the continuous river of history. It seemed that time had fractured at this moment, and the history before the river, the past of this world before its destruction, was severed under this light and was unreachable. Knowledge, Truth, are good friends… Follow current novᴇls on novel⦿fire.net In the void, it seemed as if an invisible connection was following this light, pulling He Ao towards the deepest part of space-time. At that moment, He Ao forcibly snapped his thoughts. Just as the connection was about to form, it abruptly broke. And He Ao also forcibly withdrew his consciousness from the long river of history. In the instant he left this river of history, his field of view was also instantly lengthened, and from a perspective beyond space-time, he saw the sight of the ‘world outside’. It was an empty, void darkness. And within this darkness, a circular, seemingly flattened planet-like giant ‘disk’, its periphery covered by a jade-like mist, was slowly rotating. Is this the Trapped Destiny Plate? He Ao’s consciousness ‘dropped’ back to the desolate battlefield. Crack, crack, crack—— Delicate cracks had already thoroughly covered the ice sword in his hand, and between these cracks, narrow fissures had appeared, only held together by some invisible force, yet to completely break. He Ao lifted his head to look at the two approaching planet illusions above, watching the dense lines of Mysticism pressing down on him like mountains. He raised the silver Longsword in his hand.