Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 632 - 48: Time Dao Fully Belongs to Me

Li Mo pondered over the Time Dao.

His understanding of the Time Dao gradually deepened, stabilizing his scattered consciousness, yet he remained in a state where both body and soul were annihilated.

"Sigh..."

Li Mo opened his eyes, and the timelines that made up his body dispersed like startled birds.

A glimmer of spirit light lingered in place, representing the remnant of his consciousness.

Logically speaking, Li Mo’s death should have resulted in his Dao disappearing entirely, leaving no consciousness behind, but at the [Time’s End], an inexplicable aura seemed to guard him.

Li Mo controlled the drifting spirit light; Time’s End felt boundless.

No matter where he went, the surrounding timelines would follow him.

Li Mo touched them one by one, discovering that the timelines appeared pale green, containing worlds belonging to various iterations of Li Mo, most of which had already perished.

Upon their destruction, the timelines lay like withered riverbeds, littered with heaps of bones.

"Unexpectedly, there should be no suggestion of time’s passage at Time’s End. I can linger here for eternity without concern."

"But..."

Li Mo felt somewhat unwilling.

"Eternal life is meaningless; I want to grasp enlightenment and transcendence. I want to revive everyone I ever knew, to end the calamities caused by the Master of Time, I want to..."

The spirit light flickered, and Li Mo’s consciousness became extremely unstable.

After a long while.

Li Mo forced down the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Time’s End is undoubtedly related to the birth of the Master of Time, harboring a key to breaking the predicament. It’s best to deepen his understanding of the Dao.

Li Mo chose a direction to venture into, while envisioning through the many timelines.

The Time Dao laid before him like a Wordless Heavenly Scripture, holding answers to all questions related to time, leaving him overwhelmed.

His comprehension of the Time Dao grew deeper, yet the spirit light seemed to gain no benefit.

"Hmm."

Li Mo halted in place.

He couldn’t tell how many years he’s been traveling when he suddenly noticed a strange orange timeline in the distance.

Li Mo rushed toward the orange timeline, which scattered in panic like a startled bird.

Fortunately, the orange timeline wasn’t fast, allowing his consciousness to gradually approach it.

The moment the spirit light touched the orange timeline.

Countless memories surged into Li Mo’s mind, all belonging to a cultivator named "Zhu Ji," yet the latter hailed from a different world, the "Blue Sky Mini World."

The Blue Sky Mini World, located deeper within the Endless Void, was strangely deficient in Spiritual Energy, with a cultivation system rooted in the Qi Refiner practice of absorbing Spiritual Energy.

Zhu Ji, having lived over a century, had yet to step into cultivation, leading the orange timeline to show signs of collapse.

"It seems Time’s End houses the lives of all beings within the Endless Void. Naturally, they have only one timeline, whereas I possess countless."

Li Mo couldn’t help but show excitement; he found that while the Time Dao was elusive in reshaping the body, it could slightly interfere with Zhu Ji’s timeline.

As he pondered the Dao, he also influenced Zhu Ji’s life path.

Li Mo guided Zhu Ji into seizing opportunities and trying to turn misfortune into fortune, successfully enabling him to step into cultivation at seventy.

Unfortunately, limited by the rudimentary understanding of the Time Dao, Zhu Ji ceased progress at the Qi Cultivation Stage.

Bang.

A muffled sound.

Zhu Ji passed away peacefully, while the orange timeline scattered.

Li Mo took a sharp breath as the timeline’s collapse generated weak remnants that his consciousness absorbed, nurturing the glimmer of spirit light.

"I’ve prolonged Zhu Ji’s timeline, and the excess becomes nourishment."

Li Mo felt secretly exhilarated, finally seeing a glimmer of hope to reshape his body. Next, he just needed to continually search for more timelines.

He was no longer lost, venturing into Time’s End.

Roughly every two to three hundred years, Li Mo would encounter a strand of timeline, its color shifting based on the world it belonged to.

Initially, his use of the Time Dao was somewhat clumsy.

A thousand years later, Li Mo had become adept, guiding subjects one after another, propelling their rises through various fortuitous encounters.

Yet, inevitable fatal situations were encountered often, leading to the dramatic collapse of timelines.

Li Mo didn’t force the issue; the spirit light grew increasingly expansive, nourished by the remnants of time, the area it could illuminate gradually expanding.

He became like a worm traversing the river of time, devouring the remnants of time.

As consciousness reached a particular extent, Li Mo’s link to his original timeline intensified, allowing for some control.

"This is..."

Li Mo sifted through the chaotic threads, extracting an ordinary timeline.

This timeline offered no resistance, willingly merging with the spirit light.

With little effort, Li Mo’s consciousness refined the timeline, much like commanding a lifebound magical treasure, circulating within the spirit light.

"I see, this timeline is the one I originally inhabited; the others belong to various versions of Li Mo."

He named it the [Essential Timeline].

Li Mo attempted to refine the other timelines but found it challenging, the minuscule differences in consciousness creating a barrier.

He hesitated for a moment, then directed the Essential Timeline to entwine a feeble timeline.

Surprisingly, the Essential Timeline could absorb other timelines, growing in length.

Once the weak timeline vanished completely, the Essential Timeline more than doubled in size.

"Hiss..."

Li Mo observed the Essential Timeline, which twisted into various shapes.

"Can I use the Essential Timeline to reconstitute an Undying Golden Body?"

Physical bodies are composed of countless flesh fibers; theoretically, Li Mo’s concept was valid, but the Essential Timeline’s length fell far short.

No matter what, he had clearly identified a direction for reshaping his body, which was better than having no clue.