In the symbolism of Mysticism, the blood-red infinite symbol represents "the beginning of a cycle of cause and effect."
Today’s victory will inevitably bring greater challenges.
And these challenges will spiral upwards until a certain Critical Point is breached.
"Infinite loop... does it mean this is just the beginning?"
Ron frowned, staring at the dice, trying to decipher the hidden prophetic message within.
As he observed, the six infinite symbols began to slowly rotate, their speed increasing.
The rotating symbols occasionally flashed numbers: 7, 13, 21, 34, 55...
Each number appeared for a brief moment, but Ron, with his extraordinary Memory, recorded them all.
"A sequence?"
He quickly uncovered the pattern; these numbers followed a classic mathematical sequence.
Yet in the context of the Paradox Dice, these numbers more likely represented time intervals.
Each number marked a time point for the occurrence of some critical event.
But the specific content of these events was not revealed by the dice.
It merely lay there quietly, the blood-red infinite symbols continued to squirm, waiting for the wheel of fate to keep turning.
"Anyway, at least we’re temporarily safe now."
......
In the deepest part of the time river, it’s a domain where even the concept itself becomes blurred.
Here, the words "past," "present," and "future" lose their meaning.
Time is like a primordial Chaos, both liquid and gas, both solid and plasma.
Countless time tributaries converge, separate, and recombine here, forming a dizzying complex network.
Each tributary carries fragments of different timelines.
Some are histories that have vanished, others are futures yet to be determined, and some are possibilities that will never occur.
At the core of this chaos, a gigantic figure is curled up in a nest made of pure Time Energy.
The Dog King, supreme ruler of the Time Hounds.
Its size defies conventional measurements, for in the depths of the time river, the concept of space is equally distorted.
Sometimes it is as large as a planet, with tendrils spanning galaxies; other times it is as small as a speck of dust, curled up in the finest cracks of time.
At the moment, the Dog King takes on a bizarre form, between canine and octopus.
Dozens of strong tendrils sway gently around its body like streams of time, each exuding a terrifying aura capable of erasing cause and effect.
Its head retains a shape similar to a giant dog, but its eyes are pure time vortexes.
Through those eyes, countless overlapping images of time points can be seen.
Unlike the aged majesty of the former Dog King, weathered by countless battles, this new Dog King bears no battle scars on its surface.
Its rise was not through direct challenges, but after an unprecedented disaster, it emerged from the remnants of the clan.
The name of that disaster, the Time Hounds dare not speak—a taboo—the arrival of Clock King Erica.
The Dog King is in a deep slumber.
In the depths of the time river, hibernation is a necessary survival strategy.
Excessive activity leads to rapid depletion of Time Energy, which, although abundant here, takes an extremely long cycle to replenish.
The sleeping Dog King resembles a statue made of time crystal, covered in a light layer of time dust.
This dust is solidified moments, containing countless fragments of "now."
Suddenly, a faint wave of information penetrated the Dog King’s slumber.
It was an emergency signal from its hounds, transmitted through the time network.
The signal contained urgency, fear, and an eager desire for assistance.
The Dog King’s massive lids slowly opened, the time vortex in its pupils spinning faster.
Recently awakened, it was in an extremely irritable mood.
The interruption of its long sleep was like a mortal being forcibly awakened from a beautiful dream, the discomfort infinitely magnified by the Dog King’s extraordinary power.
The surrounding time flow began to fluctuate violently, with some of the more fragile time tributaries fracturing due to its emotional disturbance.
"Which fool..."
The Dog King let out a low growl, its voice thundering through the time river.
Its tendrils angrily thrashed the surrounding time flow, sending countless Time Fragments flying.