Daniel had long since grown accustomed to the pull of the forces surrounding him.
The immense suction that radiated from the Gate of the Past no longer frightened him—it was familiar, like the breath of the abyss he had already walked through more than once.
Yet he knew well that a single misstep, even a brief lapse in concentration, could cause him to be dragged into the current of that temporal maelstrom—and if that happened, his soul might become lost forever in the endless corridors of time.
He steadied his breath and stood firm against the pull.
The vast, spiraling portal before him flickered like a whirlpool of light and shadow.
Daniel's eyes reflected its flow, calm and unwavering.
At this point, he had fully mastered the Mental Plane.
Dean's corpse had been retrieved and sealed, while the majority of the human Awakeners had safely returned to the Land of Origin.
Through the teleportation conduits Daniel had created, both Milla and Kate had also arrived back at that world.
Now, within Daniel's spiritual world, two powerful entities—each at the Fake God Rank—resided as his loyal allies.
Both of them, Kate and Milla, were once devotees who had served under true gods.
Their foundations, combat instincts, and comprehension of divine power were leagues beyond ordinary beings.
Especially Kate—her strength had reached the very peak of the Fake God tier, standing just a single step away from Demigod Rank.
In other words, unless Daniel ran into a full-fledged Demigod, he had little to fear.
He drew in a slow breath and focused his gaze on the portal that shimmered before him.
This time, he was going back again—
But what awaited him there?
What could he possibly gain by returning once more to the river of the past?
If he counted carefully, this would be his third journey backward through time.
Only, he did not yet know which era this particular gate was connected to.
The thought lingered as he stepped forward and entered the portal.
Time fractured around him.
The moment Daniel crossed the threshold, the world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors.
He was falling—no, floating—through an endless tunnel made of time itself.
Past, present, and future intertwined in streaks of brilliance.
Visions flickered before his eyes—ancient wars, long-dead civilizations, divine coronations, and cataclysms that had shaped entire worlds.
For an instant, he felt like a mere observer drifting through an ocean of history, a ghost passing silently through eternity.
Everything was beautiful and unreal.
A strange emotion stirred in his heart.
These were moments he had never witnessed, yet each image pressed down on him with an indescribable weight, as if they carried the full gravity of existence.
The sensation blurred his perception—time seemed to vanish, meaning itself dissolving into the infinite flow.
He began to wonder, Is this what Kartora once felt?The thought came unbidden.
No—he quickly corrected himself. Kartora was a god of the temporal domain.
Her understanding of time, her control over its essence, far surpassed anything he could imagine.
His own temporal ability came merely from a God Rank Skill, a fragmentary understanding granted by external power, not from the true divinity of the domain itself.
He was, at best, a trespasser in the halls of time—borrowing strength that was never his to own.
Daniel smiled faintly at the thought.
He had no illusions about his limitations.
No matter how powerful he became, he refused to let arrogance blind him.
Time—whether an instant or an eternity—passed in a blur.
When the brilliant distortion ahead finally began to stabilize, Daniel blinked, and in that blink, all memory of what he had just experienced dissolved.
The past between moments was forgotten, as if it had never been.
When his vision cleared, he found himself standing upon a world of desolation.
Endless stretches of scorched earth lay before him, cracked and lifeless, the air thick with the scent of ash.
Instinctively, Daniel released his Mind Power, letting his awareness ripple across the landscape.
He scanned for presences—especially for any that could pose a threat.
At the same time, he sought traces of life, familiar energies, or anyone he might recognize.
But the world was silent.
"No Demigod-level aura detected… at least not nearby," he murmured to himself.
Still cautious, he closed his eyes and reached inward, connecting to the inner realm of his spiritual world—his Land of Origin.
And just as he expected, it remained there—whole, stable, untouched.
The Mental Plane too floated quietly within his spiritual space.
Everything and everyone who had resided there continued their daily lives as if nothing unusual had happened.
They had no awareness that they had been brought across the threads of time.
Daniel smiled slightly. "So… it really worked."
He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
This had been an experiment, but the results exceeded even his boldest expectations.
He had brought the entire Land of Origin into the past—across ages, across worlds, across the very barrier of time itself.
Even Kartora, the goddess of time, could never have imagined this.
She would never have dreamed that one day, someone would walk through her portal carrying an entire world within their mind.
But such was the power of [Myriad Worlds Mastery], a God Rank Skill ranked among the top thirty in existence.
Its ability—to store, merge, and transport entire planes within the user's spiritual consciousness—was nothing short of divine.
Daniel waved his hand lightly, opening a small spatial conduit.
He had no intention of releasing all of humanity into this chaotic age; he merely wanted to summon a few key allies.
Moments later, Milla appeared before him, descending gently onto the cracked earth.
But Kate… did not.
He frowned slightly, and almost immediately, Kate's voice resonated directly into his mind through a telepathic link.
"Daniel, this era… already contains the past version of me."
"Because of that, I am restricted by the laws of time. I cannot manifest here."
Daniel raised his hand and invoked the Heart of Betrayal, attempting to override the restriction.
But the effort failed—his power met an immovable wall.
This wasn't the kind of rule he was familiar with.
It was deeper, absolute—a law that simply could not be violated.
Even betrayal itself could not sever the fabric of time.
Daniel exhaled softly and gave up the attempt.
He instructed Milla to share a portion of her sensory link with Kate, allowing the latter to perceive the outside world indirectly.
Moments later, a shocked gasp echoed through his mind.
"Daniel… this era…"
"You've returned to that dreadful time!"
"This is eleven thousand years in the past!"
Kate's voice trembled with disbelief.
"So the legends about Kartora were true after all. She really did command the Authority of Time!"
Daniel's expression hardened slightly as he absorbed her words.Eleven thousand years ago…
So this was no random jump—Kartora had deliberately left this gate here for him, guiding him to this particular epoch.
Whatever her reasons, he owed her thanks.
At least now he knew when—and perhaps why—he had come.
For the time being, he and Milla could move freely in this era, while Kate, bound by temporal law, could only observe through shared perception.
Daniel's curiosity sharpened.
He gazed over the lifeless wasteland and asked quietly, "Kate, what exactly happened here? Why has the world become like this?"
Her answer came after a long, weary sigh.
"In this period, I was still young… barely a century old. I don't know the full truth, only fragments of what the elders told me."
"But what I do remember is this—there was a war. A World-Rank War that consumed everything."
"Even now, I can still recall the image burned into my memory—Gods falling from the heavens like raindrops, their divine blood pouring down to soak the broken earth."
"It wasn't merely a catastrophe… it was the true end of days. Compared to it, the millennial Apocalypse was nothing."
Her words carried the echo of that ancient despair, and Daniel could almost see it—the battlefield of the gods, drenched in red light, torn apart by divine annihilation.
He said nothing in reply, simply extended his will and invoked another ability—Flashback.
Regardless of the era, his Flashback markings remained consistent across the temporal continuum.
He could use them to revisit places he had previously been, transcending even the separation of time.
With a thought, Daniel vanished in a flash of light.
He reappeared moments later high above a ravaged continent.
What he saw left even him silent.
The Land of Origin—once vibrant and fertile—had become a nightmare.
Volcanoes spewed endless torrents of lava; fissures split the crust open like jagged scars.
Tsunamis of molten rock surged across what was once ocean, and storms of burning wind howled through the skies.
Entire mountain ranges had crumbled, cities erased, oceans boiled into steam.
This was not natural destruction.It was deliberate—an act of power so immense that even Daniel, now a near-god himself, could not comprehend it.
He hovered above the devastation, mind racing.
What kind of force could do this? What battle could tear a world apart like this?
The silence gave no answer.
Daniel's brow furrowed as he released his Mind Power again, stretching his perception across the horizon.
He sought traces—energy signatures, echoes of divine presence, remnants of law itself.
And then—
His eyes snapped open, gaze turning sharply toward the distant Sea of Storms.
A pulse.
A vibration deep within the void.
An ancient aura… heavy, alien, and unmistakable.
"The aura of the Ancient Gods…" Daniel whispered, voice low.
A faint chill ran down his spine.
Whatever had happened here, it was not yet over.
And in that moment, he realized—he had not simply traveled back to observe history.
He had stepped directly into the age where the gods themselves fell.
The War of Worlds that destroyed heaven and earth was about to begin again—and Daniel was standing right in the middle of it.
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