běn lái jué dìng yuǎn lí lǐ fán 、 bù zài yǔ zhī yǒu suǒ qiān chě de qiè jī shèng zhě ， cǐ kè mù dǔ lǐ fán yú xū jiè zhōng jué qǔ yū jī zhēn líng de chǎng jǐng ， què shì rěn bú zhù zài dù tóu lái mù guāng 。
本来决定远离李凡、不再与之有所牵扯的窃机圣者，此刻目睹李凡于虚界中攫取淤积真灵的场景，却是忍不住再度投来目光。
The Archmage, who had been observing from afar, was visibly excited.
“ wǒ shuō wèi shén me sān shèng huì jiāng zhòng dàn pài gěi nǐ 。 yuán lái jìng yǒu rú cǐ yì néng 。”
“我说为什么三圣会将重担派给你。原来竟有如此异能。”
The changes in the two saints' fate and destiny energies during their battle were truly captivating. Even at this moment, it remained uncertain which of them would emerge victorious.
zǐ xì guān mó le piàn kè ， què rèn zì jǐ méi yǒu kàn cuò zhī hòu ， qiè jī zhè cái huǎng rán 。
仔细观摩了片刻，确认自己没有看错之后，窃机这才恍然。
"Originally, it seemed that Zuo Jun was trapped in a dead end. But as they say, being pushed to one's death can sometimes lead to survival. Now that Zuo Jun has no way out and is fighting with all his might, the prospects for revival through the Cycle of Time have become faint. Marvelous! Marvelous!"
tóng shí kàn xiàng lǐ fán de shén qíng yě biàn dé yǒu xiē wēi miào qǐ lái 。
同时看向李凡的神情也变得有些微妙起来。
While observing, the Archmage continued to siphon off fate energies from both saints.
“ dào yě bìng fēi yī wú shì chù 。” qiè jī xīn zhōng àn zì sī liáng 。
“倒也并非一无是处。”窃机心中暗自思量。
"All possible lives will be mine."
shèng zhě jìng jiè ， bìng bù yì wèi zhe bú huì shòu shāng 、 yǔn luò 。 guò qù ， qiè jī zài fù lián shān hǎi de xíng dòng zhōng céng jīng jǐ dù shòu shāng 。 yǒu yī cì shèn zhì shāng jí zì shēn zhēn líng 。
圣者境界，并不意味着不会受伤、陨落。过去，窃机在复联山海的行动中曾经几度受伤。有一次甚至伤及自身真灵。
"Die all of you!"
zhè zhǒng shāng shì ， xún cháng fāng fǎ duì yú yù hé wú xiào 。 wéi yǒu tōng guò màn cháng suì yuè jī lěi zì xíng huī fù ， yì huò zhě yǒu tài wēi shèng dì suǒ liàn shèng yùn dà yào xiāng zhù 。
这种伤势，寻常方法对于愈合无效。唯有通过漫长岁月积累自行恢复，亦或者有太微圣帝所炼圣运大药相助。
The Archmage noticed that the ever-present thread of life surrounding Li Fan was gradually dimming. His own path to death seemed to have vanished.
“ dàn ruò shì ， yǒu wài lì néng gòu suí shí bāng zhù bǔ chōng zhēn líng de huà ……” qiè jī shèng zhě bù yóu pēng rán xīn dòng ， fǎng fú kàn dào le yī méi huó zhe de 、 néng qǔ zhī bù jìn yòng zhī bù jié de líng dān miào yào 。
“但若是，有外力能够随时帮助补充真灵的话……”窃机圣者不由怦然心动，仿佛看到了一枚活着的、能取之不尽用之不竭的灵丹妙药。
Despite his inner joy, he still did not intervene but waited for the outcome of this deadly struggle.
“ bù guò ……” qiè jī méi yǒu bèi biǎo miàn de lì yì chōng hūn le tóu nǎo 。
“不过……”窃机没有被表面的利益冲昏了头脑。
Li Fan had not anticipated Zuo Jun's final, ruthless counterattack. The very foundations of his Cycle of Time were crumbling as Zuo Jun's figure seemed to melt into the endless flow of time and launched a last desperate assault on the cycle prison.
“ zhè xiǎo zi gù yì yòu wǒ ， bì shì yǒu suǒ yī zhàng 。 kuàng qiě wǒ suǒ guān bǐ cǐ jiāo zhī mìng shù bù biàn ， tā zhī shēng jī 、 wǒ zhī jué dì 。”
“这小子故意诱我，必是有所依仗。况且我所观彼此交织命数不变，他之生机、我之绝地。”
Zuo Jun was nowhere to be seen, but Li Fan knew that if any fragment of this time stream escaped, all his efforts would have been in vain. At this moment, he had forgotten all his calculations; his sole thought was to kill Zuo Jun here!
chén yín yī fān ， qiè jī bù dòng shēng sè kàn xiàng yī páng cáng nì zhe de suì jūn ， jì shàng xīn tóu 。
沉吟一番，窃机不动声色看向一旁藏匿着的岁钧，计上心头。
It was a matter of life and death, not about grudges or emotions.
“ ruò shì sān shèng zài shí ， dìng rán shě bù dé nǐ jiù zhè me sǐ zài xū jiè lǐ 。 zhǐ kě xī ……” qiè jī qīng xiào yī fān ， shū rán dùn zǒu 。
“若是三圣在时，定然舍不得你就这么死在虚界里。只可惜……”窃机轻笑一番，倏然遁走。
Countless thoughts poured into every cycle, silently watching over Zuo Jun's aging form. Despite the relentlessimpact from the time stream, Li Fan's constructed cage remained unbreakable.
sì hū dàng zhēn zài xū jiè zhōng xiāo shī bú jiàn 。
似乎当真在虚界中消失不见。
The counterattack grew weaker as the largest waves subsided, and the final blow became increasingly feeble. The residual effects gradually diminished until there was no more disturbance in the countless cycles.
lǐ fán zé zhì ruò wǎng wén ， zhuān xīn xī qǔ zhēn líng 、 huī fù shāng shì 。
李凡则置若罔闻，专心吸取真灵、恢复伤势。
Li Fan's figure appeared before Zuo Jun in every cycle, his face expressionless as he delivered a palm strike.
wéi yǒu dào yān làng cháo ， sī sī yǒng dòng 。 rú hǔ shì dān dān ， shì yǒu suí shí jiāng lǐ fán tūn mò zhī yì 。
唯有道湮浪潮，丝丝涌动。如虎视眈眈，似有随时将李凡吞没之意。
Bang!
suí zhe xī qǔ zhēn líng yuè lái yuè duō ， lǐ fán de liǎn sè yě zhú jiàn biàn dé hóng rùn qǐ lái 。 shēn shàng qì xī ， huī fù le xiān qián de qiáng shèng 。 jí jiāng huí dào diān fēng zhuàng tài 。
随着吸取真灵越来越多，李凡的脸色也逐渐变得红润起来。身上气息，恢复了先前的强盛。即将回到巅峰状态。
In an instant, myriad Zuo Jun illusions shattered. In reality, a saint had fallen.
jiù zài zhè shí ……
就在这时……
If this event occurred within the Primordial Sea, it would have caused a tremendous commotion. But here in the Void Realm, even if three stronger saints fell, they would not stir much disturbance.
yī gǔ jù lì ， dǒu rán jiàng lín lǐ fán zhōu shēn 。
一股巨力，陡然降临李凡周身。
Zuo Jun died silently without any trace or fluctuation of his own Cycle of Time. As the victor, Li Fan's condition was no better; he bled profusely from his mouth and lost control over the absorbed life essence returning to the Void Realm.
bìng fēi zhǐ shì dān chún de zhòng liàng ， gèng shì cāng sāng suì yuè níng jié shí zhì ， hōng rán liú zhuǎn ！
并非只是单纯的重量，更是沧桑岁月凝结实质，轰然流转！
His face showed no joy at defeating a saint but rather a worried expression as he hurriedly tried to escape.
shèng zhě bìng fēi cháng shēng bù xiǔ ， zhǐ bù guò huó de zú gòu màn cháng bà le 。
圣者并非长生不朽，只不过活的足够漫长罢了。
The surging waves of the Void Realm did not deter him.
dàn shì zài rú cǐ kě bù de shí jiān jiā sù zhī xià ， lǐ fán zhè wèi zhòu huí shèng zhě ， yě zài qǐng kè jiān rǎn shàng le yī lǚ lǎo tài 。
但是在如此可怖的时间加速之下，李凡这位宙廻圣者，也在顷刻间染上了一缕老态。
Far away, the Archmage continued his calculations.
zòng shǐ jié lì yùn zhuàn zhòu huí dà dào ， yǐ wú jìn lún huí fēn huà xí lái de màn cháng guāng yīn 。
纵使竭力运转宙廻大道，以无尽轮回分化袭来的漫长光阴。
"Even with the ability to absorb accumulated life essences, this is now a fatal situation."
dàn zhè yī shùn yì wàn wàn nián de shí kōng liú sù ， jiù lián lún huí fǎng fú dōu néng yān miè 。
但这一瞬亿万万年的时空流速，就连轮回仿佛都能湮灭。
"Now I am the fisherman; there's no way I can lose!"
dòu fǎ zhōng chǔ yú xià fēng ， lǐ fán bù kě bì miǎn de ， shén tài yù fā cāng lǎo qǐ lái 。
斗法中处于下风，李凡不可避免的，神态愈发苍老起来。
Relieved, the Archmage began planning how to utilize Li Fan.
“ suì jūn shèng zhě ？ jū rán tā yě guò lái le ？”
“岁钧圣者？居然他也过来了？”
"I will erase his consciousness and forge an artifact capable of absorbing life essence at any time."
suì jūn de chū xiàn ， dǎo shì zhēn zài lǐ fán yì liào zhī wài 。
岁钧的出现，倒是真在李凡意料之外。
"With such a treasure, this perilous Void Realm becomes a boundless treasury for me. Even three saints cannot confine me anymore!"
xiàn zài suī biǎo miàn láng bèi ， què yě méi dào shān qióng shuǐ jìn zhī shí 。 gèng guān jiàn de shì ， lǐ fán dǔ dìng ， qiè jī yí dìng méi yǒu zǒu yuǎn 。 ér shì duǒ zài àn chù ， wàng shōu yú rén zhī lì 。
现在虽表面狼狈，却也没到山穷水尽之时。更关键的是，李凡笃定，窃机一定没有走远。而是躲在暗处，妄收渔人之利。
"Moreover, I might even have the chance to glimpse the Primordial Sea's origins..."
“ míng biàn mìng shù qì jī ， cǐ rén zhe shí nán yǐ móu suàn 。”
“明辨命数气机，此人着实难以谋算。”
Lost in thought, the Archmage caught up with Li Fan.
“ huò xǔ ， wéi yǒu wǒ zhēn zhèng xiàn rù jué jìng ， yǐ shēn wèi ěr 。 cái néng jiāng qí yǐn yòu jìn lái 。”
“或许，唯有我真正陷入绝境，以身为饵。才能将其引诱进来。”
Weakened as he was, his escape could not match the speed of the Archmage.
lǐ fán xīn zhōng shǎn guò yī piàn míng wù 。
李凡心中闪过一片明悟。
"I don't know what means he used just now to return to normal from Zuo Jun. But it doesn't matter; once I forge him into a treasure, everything will be under my control."
bù zài fēn chū rèn hé yī sī zhù yì lì ， zài hái zhēn zhī shàng 。 hǎo sì jiāng zì jǐ kě yǐ suí shí zhòng lái de néng lì gěi yí wàng 。
不再分出任何一丝注意力，在还真之上。好似将自己可以随时重来的能力给遗忘。
Without further ado, the Archmage gently placed both hands on Li Fan's head.
zhǐ shì yì rán jué rán de ， gēn tū rán lái xí de suì jūn dòu fǎ 。
只是毅然决然的，跟突然来袭的岁钧斗法。
At this moment, the previously immobile Li Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
zài lǐ fán lái shí shān hǎi ， suī bú jiàn suì jūn 。
在李凡来时山海，虽不见岁钧。
In an instant, the Archmage saw their mutual fate energies and destiny intertwine. The world seemed to turn upside down!
The Archmage, who had been observing from afar, was visibly excited.
The changes in the two saints' fate and destiny energies during their battle were truly captivating. Even at this moment, it remained uncertain which of them would emerge victorious.
"Originally, it seemed that Zuo Jun was trapped in a dead end. But as they say, being pushed to one's death can sometimes lead to survival. Now that Zuo Jun has no way out and is fighting with all his might, the prospects for revival through the Cycle of Time have become faint. Marvelous! Marvelous!"
While observing, the Archmage continued to siphon off fate energies from both saints.
"All possible lives will be mine."
"Die all of you!"
The Archmage noticed that the ever-present thread of life surrounding Li Fan was gradually dimming. His own path to death seemed to have vanished.
Despite his inner joy, he still did not intervene but waited for the outcome of this deadly struggle.
Li Fan had not anticipated Zuo Jun's final, ruthless counterattack. The very foundations of his Cycle of Time were crumbling as Zuo Jun's figure seemed to melt into the endless flow of time and launched a last desperate assault on the cycle prison.
Zuo Jun was nowhere to be seen, but Li Fan knew that if any fragment of this time stream escaped, all his efforts would have been in vain. At this moment, he had forgotten all his calculations; his sole thought was to kill Zuo Jun here!
It was a matter of life and death, not about grudges or emotions.
Countless thoughts poured into every cycle, silently watching over Zuo Jun's aging form. Despite the relentlessimpact from the time stream, Li Fan's constructed cage remained unbreakable.
The counterattack grew weaker as the largest waves subsided, and the final blow became increasingly feeble. The residual effects gradually diminished until there was no more disturbance in the countless cycles.
Li Fan's figure appeared before Zuo Jun in every cycle, his face expressionless as he delivered a palm strike.
Bang!
In an instant, myriad Zuo Jun illusions shattered. In reality, a saint had fallen.
If this event occurred within the Primordial Sea, it would have caused a tremendous commotion. But here in the Void Realm, even if three stronger saints fell, they would not stir much disturbance.
Zuo Jun died silently without any trace or fluctuation of his own Cycle of Time. As the victor, Li Fan's condition was no better; he bled profusely from his mouth and lost control over the absorbed life essence returning to the Void Realm.
His face showed no joy at defeating a saint but rather a worried expression as he hurriedly tried to escape.
The surging waves of the Void Realm did not deter him.
Far away, the Archmage continued his calculations.
"Even with the ability to absorb accumulated life essences, this is now a fatal situation."
"Now I am the fisherman; there's no way I can lose!"
Relieved, the Archmage began planning how to utilize Li Fan.
"I will erase his consciousness and forge an artifact capable of absorbing life essence at any time."
"With such a treasure, this perilous Void Realm becomes a boundless treasury for me. Even three saints cannot confine me anymore!"
"Moreover, I might even have the chance to glimpse the Primordial Sea's origins..."
Lost in thought, the Archmage caught up with Li Fan.
Weakened as he was, his escape could not match the speed of the Archmage.
"I don't know what means he used just now to return to normal from Zuo Jun. But it doesn't matter; once I forge him into a treasure, everything will be under my control."
Without further ado, the Archmage gently placed both hands on Li Fan's head.
At this moment, the previously immobile Li Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
In an instant, the Archmage saw their mutual fate energies and destiny intertwine. The world seemed to turn upside down!