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The sound of the Shiguan could only be heard by those who possessed it. I had only read about it in ancient texts; this sensation transcended ordinary perception, connecting to the very essence of communication. It was akin to the sounds of the Ancient God or the Gui Qi Sound, which originated from their fundamental resonance.
"Is there any way to stop or reduce this sensitivity?" Lin Han hurriedly asked.
"Reduce? That's impossible. This sensation will only grow more acute as you age," You Huang replied, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Generally, those with Shiguan cannot possess such immense power. They are inherently meant to serve as conduits for communication with the divine, and no one would allow such individuals to wield excessive strength."
"A conduit for communication with the divine?" Lin Han felt his heart race at these words. Zhou Tong beside him looked at him in confusion, surprised that Lin Han had such a situation. "Is he really that resilient?"
At this moment, You Huang looked at Lin Han with a hint of regret and said, "I've answered your questions. Now, I need you to do me a favor."
"Help you? With two different timelines, how can we assist you?" Zhou Tong quickly inquired.
"You don't need to stay here; you can leave this forest right now and return to your original timeline. Time will naturally make my meaning clear," You Huang stated.
The two were left puzzled by his words, but the idea of returning to their original timeline left no room for hesitation.
As they traversed through the dense forest, Lin Han and his companions felt the surrounding vegetation gradually change. Suddenly, a pungent smell of decay pierced their nostrils, accompanied by the scent of blood wafting through the air. Dark liquid dripped from the green leaves around them.
"This is bad! Has something happened?" A sense of alarm gripped them, but they were unsure whether to stay or leave.
"Which timeline are we currently on?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"We must move forward; the timeline cannot be altered. We've inadvertently entered it and cannot allow our influence to expand further," Lin Han said solemnly as he turned to face everyone.
Seeing his resolute demeanor, the others naturally had no objections.
A group of people swiftly traversed the Jingji Forest. Just as they were about to exit this dense woodland, Lin Han suddenly froze.
Instinctively, he glanced around and caught sight of a white figure appearing abruptly in the distance, vanishing in an instant.
At that moment, Xue Wushuang and the others were still seated on the ground, engaged in conversation.
"Does crossing timelines take a long time? Will they still make it in time for the competition?" one asked.
"What are you thinking about the competition at a time like this?" Zhou Qingqing immediately punched him.
"No, the past timeline won't affect the future. They just took a quick trip to the past. To be honest, this journey was quite fast," Qin Luoxi quickly dismissed their doubts.
Suddenly, several figures burst forth from within the Jingji Forest. A group of people squeezed together as they emerged.
"Wow, is this time travel? This is so thrilling!" someone exclaimed, unable to fathom that they had just experienced a battle thousands of years ago!
As he watched the excitement on their faces, Lin Han's expression darkened significantly. The Qingming Sect had developed on this land for thousands of years; who knew what they were planning next?
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