Purgatory Artist-Chapter 486: The Stolen Moment

[A Parade of Day and Night]

[Occultism Card, Ultimate Time-type Card (Unique)]

[Description: Under the premise that it doesn't affect major historical outcomes, you can expend the power of Occultism to cause a 'certain day' in Reality's history to happen again, covering the original day]

[Cooldown time: 1 hour]

[A gift from the Master of Time]

All the descriptions disappeared.

Because this Card was burning intensely, turning into ashes right in front of everyone's eyes.

When it was completely burned, the other card hidden within it was exposed.

It was a black Card.

The entire Card seemed to have been sealed by darkness, not leaking any power ripples at all, so they couldn't tell what it was used for.

"So this is a safe moment?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes, the entire timeline has become unsafe, only this Card has recorded a safe moment" the Lord of Time's voice came.

Liu Ping turned to look at everyone.

The Huang Quan machine spoke: "The Samsara Contract isn't affected by the timeline. After you return, I'll contact you very soon."

The Historian spoke: "My mission has been completed, I'll be leaving with you to the Nightmare Stratum to tell the news to the remaining humans."

Liu Ping nodded and softly asked: "Master?"

"Go, you've already transcended mortality and entered Sainthood, I won't be able to help you from now on" the old Daoist smiled and said.

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

"Of course, I'm a heavenly Emperor of the Heaven realm, sooner or later, we'll fight side by side again." the old Daoist solemnly said.

Liu Ping's aura abruptly changed as he viciously said: "Old man, you better not die, otherwise, I'll have to avenge you when the time comes, so annoying."

"I'm not going to die, you little brat, go! Go! "the old Daoist glared and said.

Liu Ping snorted coldly and held onto the black card.

The Lord of Time's voice came from the Card:

"Because this is the only moment I can privately intercept the flow of time, it can only be used once."

"You need to crush i.t"

Liu Ping crushed the Card as told.

Lines of burning text quickly appeared in front of his eyes:

[You've triggered the current Secret Card]

[A certain moment sealed by the Card is returning to its time stream.]

[You are about to return to that time flow, insert yourself into the timeline, and return to that moment.]

[Begin!]

All the small characters hovered motionlessly.

In a split second.

The entire world disappeared before Liu Ping's eyes.

He only felt a tremendous force coming from his hand, pulling him fiercely into the endless fog of time.

The wind howled.

The sound of the wind was mixed with countless whispers, coming from all directions. They were all talking about the things that were happening on the long line of time.

Liu Ping looked around and saw that in the void, large patches of fog were piled up into mountains, floating above the timeline as if they were trying their best to hide something.

The voice of the Historian then echoed:

"Attention, I've arrived at the moment when you accepted the challenge in the Nightmare Layer, I'm leaving now."

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

" That will depend on whether or not you can survive, because you have changed too much of the past, to the point that the entire timeline is constantly being shaken, changed, and replaced. " the Historian replied.

A blurry figure emerged from behind Liu Ping and gradually broke away from his forward trajectory, falling towards the timeline below.

The Historian!

He turned around to look at Liu Ping and muttered, " Because of the absence of that moment, everything you experienced in that timeline will become blank, you will need to start over."

" Take care! "

Saying so, he fell into the surging fog below and quickly disappeared without a trace.

As soon as the Historian left, a line of burning text appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes:

[Everything you have done in the past will be waiting for you in the blank moment of the future]

A Card Tome suddenly appeared from Liu Ping's body.

[Death Puppet]!

The Tome opened on its own, and the cards inside drifted into the wind one by one, falling towards different timelines.

Liu Ping quickly caught the card book, only to see that there were only a few Cards left inside.

"Why did they all leave?" he couldn't help but ask.

Another line of burning text appeared:

[Because you have changed the past, their fates are also changing, they will return to the future]

[Only a very small number of Cards will be able to follow you]

Liu Ping looked at the two Cards that were labeled [Death] and couldn't help but sigh.

These were the two members of the combat group, Stars Daughter and Bai Lang.

If everything is reset, then what's the point of everything I've done before?

No!

It's because of everything I've done before that I was able to change everyone's fates and give them the only chance to start over.

This time ...

Will it be any different?

Liu Ping clenched his fist and suddenly roared, "Come on!"

The fog rose like a mountain and enveloped him, causing him to disappear from the darkness of nothingness.

...

Darkness.

The dark sky enveloped everything.

In the middle of an endless graveyard, there was a simple barracks.

It was silent all around.

In the barracks. Blood flowed from the bodies of the wounded, dripping down the edge of the bed and onto the ground.

A line of burning text lightly floated in the void of space:

[The pursuer is coming]

[I repeat, the pursuer is coming]

[Remaining time:]

[01:22]

[01:21]

[01:19]

[...]

Time slowly passed.

Suddenly.

The dripping blood flew back to the wounded cultivators.

Everything flowed backwards.

The words in the void of space also flew back.

In just a few seconds, the burning text reappeared:

[The pursuer is coming]

[I repeat, the pursuer is coming]

[Remaining time:]

[01:22]

[01:21]

[01:20]

[01:19]

[...]

Liu Ping suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself standing in the middle of a dark eternal night, while the ground was lined with neatly arranged tombstones that stretched to the end of the world.

His vision recovered.

Not just his vision, but his severed arm also grew a new arm.

His age went from 5 years old to 19 years old.

His body was in perfect condition, his meridians were unobstructed, but his spirit energy was limited, only at the level of qi training realm peak.

A voice suddenly sounded:

"Fellow Dao seeker, how are your wounds?"

Liu Ping looked to the side, only to see a cultivator forming a hand seal to control a corpse into a coffin. He then closed the coffin and slowly sent it into the soil to sink.

A burial man.

So it was this moment ...

Then, it was obvious that the pursuer was coming.

As expected.

While Liu Ping was thinking, the cultivator had already put away his hand seal, smiled and said:

"Fellow Dao seeker, you rest here, I'm going to pay a visit to the Superiors."

"Alright." Liu Ping said.

"I will report this matter to my superiors. I believe that there will be corresponding arrangements soon. You wait here patiently and pay attention to your safety."

"Thank you." Liu Ping smiled.

That person nodded at him and rushed to the corner of the camp a few hundred feet away.

In that corner, there was an inconspicuous small teleportation array.

That person stood on it, and the teleportation array immediately began to operate.

Soon, with a few flashes of light, he disappeared from Liu Ping's sight.

He was gone.

Liu Ping lay back on the stretcher.

There was dead silence in the cemetery.

Only time continued to pass.

[00:04]

[00:03]

[00:02]

[00:01]

[The pursuer has arrived.]

[The rewriting of history has begun, please take this one and only chance seriously.]

The burning text flashed and quickly disappeared into nothingness.

Liu Ping's lips curled up slightly.

The next second.

Sha ... sha ... sha ...

A series of footsteps sounded behind him.

A burly cultivator lifted the curtain and walked out of the barracks.

"It's actually such a place? Those guys in charge of treatment are really irresponsible, I clearly fainted, why was I thrown into the mass grave? "

The Martial Dao cultivator cursed.

The two of them looked at each other.

"Fellow Dao seeker, were you thrown here too?" The Martial Dao cultivator asked.

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

"I'm Wang Cheng, a disciple of Surging Clouds Sect." The Martial Dao cultivator cupped his fists and said.

"I'm Liu Ping."

"Liu Ping?"

"Yes, I really didn't bring many Spirit Stones this time, I don't know what happened, it just disappeared."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying that I have a small gift for you."

"For me?"

"Yes, I've been through too much time, now that I've finally come back here and see you again, I really brought you a gift."

There was a gentle smile on Liu Ping's face as he spoke seriously and politely.

If the old Daoist or the Historian were here, they would definitely realize that at this moment, his personality was actually changed by one of the two seeds of power, which was why he behaved in this way.

The Martial Dao cultivator was at a loss as he cupped his fists and said, "... Fellow Dao seeker Liu, you're too polite."

"It's alright, it's fate that brought us together, please accept it."

Liu Ping cupped his fists and bowed again, then gently turned the Bramble Ring on his finger.

A sudden change occurred.

A towering mountain that shone with golden light suddenly appeared.

It was actually a mountain made entirely of gold!

Boom!!!

The golden mountain fell from the sky and collided violently with the ground, causing smoke and dust to rise into the sky like a huge monster.

Wang Cheng did not have time to react at all and was crushed under the mountain.

After waiting for a few breaths.

Liu Ping turned the ring again.

The golden mountain suddenly disappeared.

Liu Ping casually made a hand seal.

Wang Cheng's corpse flew up and landed steadily in the coffin.

Wang Cheng had already breathed his last, but his eyes were still open unwillingly.

It was as if until the moment of death, he still could not believe that he was crushed to death by a golden mountain before he could even say a few words.

The coffin closed and slowly sank to the ground.

Liu Ping raised his head and looked at the pitch-black Eternal Night sky, muttering softly,

"Sorry for the wait, everyone."

(TN: The loop should be closed now, it means time travelers cant kill him.)