"Time Disk (80%)."

"Time Track (81%)."

"..."

The progress of the Main Street market is steadily increasing.

As expected, Gujin Wangyou Tower is indeed a place of high law.

This place is similar to the Relics of God. Mysteries are not the limit, and transcendence can be achieved.

Xu Xiaoshou has withdrawn from the Demon Ancestor Time Node.

He didn't make a choice until the end, and Demon Ancestor seemed to have known that he didn't intend to give the answer so quickly from the beginning.

So in the end, all I said was "don't be in a hurry".

He showed great determination and confidence in himself, as if Xu Xiaoshou would be more determined to abandon the Eight Masters and seek cooperation with Him if he saw the development of the situation on the mainland after returning.

As for the secret of the top choice, and finally, the Demon Ancestor tapped his forehead with his fingertips and said the word "turntable"...

Walking along the long river of time, with the accumulation of the true meaning of time, and the deeper his feeling for the way of time, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt hesitant.

He just felt that he was getting lost here, and there was only one thought flashing through his mind:

"Demon Ancestor, you know the carousel in my head..."

In fact, Xu Xiaoshou's mind is no longer a turntable, but a passive system interface.

But he knows very well how passive systems emerge.

He broke the pointer on the turntable and was forced to pick it out.

Demon Ancestor's reminder exposed his ignorance. He didn't know the truth about the passive system at all, and he still stayed at the most primitive stage of "turning the wheel".

But at the same time, it also revealed his omniscience. His biggest secret, Demon Ancestor actually knows a thing or two?

"How did He know it?"

"He can know it, which proves that he is not the only one who knows the existence of the 'Turntable'. It is impossible to say that there are other ancestor gods who know it..."

On the other side of the world, the understanding of the world of mortals is still seeping in.

The long river of time, from the White Cave to the East Heavenly King City, to Void Island, and even to the subsequent Yujing City, the Four Symbols Secret Realm, and the Relics of God.

All kinds of pasts, all kinds of pasts that do not belong to me, come one after another.

This massive amount of "experiences", either his own or not, almost drowned Xu Xiaoshou in the long river of time.

Fortunately, the only thing he can anchor himself to is a string of steadily rising numbers.

"Time Disk (88%)."

"Time Disk (89%)."

"..."

At this point, Xu Xiaoshou has completed his life in the five realms and has seen the flowers bloom and fall all over again.

He planted ninety-nine seeds in the Yun Dao field, but he held the last one alone, but it has not yet been planted.

"Wangyou Tower in Ancient and Modern Times..."

On the long river of time, he came to the present moment in the real world, and once again entered the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower.

He saw himself.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, demonic energy surged around his body, his brows furrowed, as if he had fallen into some difficult dilemma.

"Of course it's difficult. I can't even figure it out myself, let alone myself..."

Walking on the long river of time, I look at myself enlightening myself in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower. I see myself, and I am not myself.

It's so mysterious and magical that it can't help but make people sigh.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood the hatred of empty space and the way of time is incomprehensible. The deeper one understands, the more lost he becomes.

He simply gave up thinking and turned his attention again to the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, which made people extremely sad.

"Gugu..."

The boiling teapot has been left untouched for too long.

The boiling white smoke floats up from the spout, without any shape, just like time.

"Shuisha..."

Mr. Siren was sitting next to the tea table, fidgeting restlessly, and couldn't help fanning the fan in his hand.

The eight statues were leaning against the door, calm and composed, their eyes falling on themselves, and occasionally raising their heads to look out the window.

Kong Yuhen had already descended from the wooden ladder and went to the table on the left side of the loft. He was half-leaning there, unconsciously spinning a sharp carved wood carving knife in his hand.

"Xian Yuhen, are you good at carpentry?"

Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful and remembered that the last time he entered the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, he was clearly carving the underworld.

The wood carvings he carved are so weird, with heads inside heads, like matryoshka dolls in a time cage. Just one look at them makes people feel like their souls are about to be sucked into the abyss.

"Huang Quan, have you been sucked into the abyss?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of this character again. He has never appeared in the Five Realms so far.

Huang Quan is not here.

Huang Quan’s wood carvings are still there.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the wood carvings on the table, thinking that these were Kong Yuhen's proud works.

In addition to Huangquan, there are also ten wooden sculptures and other entities that look familiar to me but cannot name them.

"Perhaps, they were all figures of that era who were as tall as the Ten Seats."

The wooden carvings may have been left there for a long time, and I have never wiped them. Some of the heads and shoulders have accumulated thick dust, just like time.

"There seemed to be no dust before..."

Muttering silently, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly became alert and saw that in addition to the wood carvings, there were other wooden gadgets on the table.

There are combs, wooden clocks, pitching pots, wooden targets, turntables, and so on, all of which seem to be pastimes for passing the time.

"Turntable!"

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils were shocked.

Get closer and quickly grab the turntable.

But the turntable was only wood-colored, with no gold and red divisions, no hands that could be fiddled with, and no words such as "active system" and "passive system" engraved on it.

I put down the turntable, feeling disappointed.

Expectations and disappointments are just like time.

"time……"

Xu Xiaoshou pinched the last Yun Dao Seed. At this point, he could associate time with everything he saw and felt.

He was hesitant, and even though the Eight Masters told him the truth, he suddenly lost his original courage to transform the time disk into a super-realized one.

"Time, what is it?"

He has gone through his own life and seen countless lives of others, but he still has not been able to get an accurate answer.

He cast his gaze out the window of Gujin Wangyou Tower.

It was noon, there was no flying snow, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

In a trance, the sun slanted to the west, and the curtain fell on the mountain.

"time……"

Xu Xiaoshou realized something again.

Time is moving, like the boiling white smoke on the teapot.

Time is stillness, just like the dust on the wooden carvings of the table.

Time is the motionless scorching sun at noon, and the sinking sunset at dusk.

Time is the only unit to measure everything in the world, but time is defined by people, and time itself is nothingness.

It seems to exist?

It doesn’t seem to exist?

"What is the end of time?"

Xu Xiaoshou became curious about this question again.

He withdrew his gaze from the window, and after finishing his journey, he turned his gaze to the end of the long river of time.

The fog covered his eyes, the road ahead was unknown, and Xu Xiaoshou could not find the answer.

Is time a line segment with end points at both ends, a straight line that can be extended infinitely, a circle connecting end to end, or a Möbius strip?
To be continued...