Rumble!!
Heaven and earth thundered. Upon a great river, countless waves surged endlessly. The years turned, time rushed onward, never to return.
This was the River of Time, the river of history, the River of Time!
Since time immemorial, this great river had flowed without cease, its Endpoint forever out of sight.
The great river roared and howled as it surged from afar. Its waves struck the heavens, scattering countless brilliant sprays. Looking closely, each spray contained endless light and shadows: joys and sorrows, peerless heroes, love and hatred, feuds and grudges.
At times, one could see figures whose radiance illuminated the ages—the heroes of their eras, shining through eternity. At times, one could see black mist blotting out heaven and earth—the descent of darkness. At times, one could see
The mortal world changed in countless ways; time rose and fell, fate shifted, and the years cycled endlessly. Everything lay within it.
Zhou Tong walked alone and quietly upon the River of Time. He was not traveling downstream with the current, but ascending against it.
As the years flowed by, Zhou Tong traveled upstream. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the Later Desolate Era, passed through the Desolate Era, and then stepped beyond the Mythological Era.
With every step, he crossed an era. After only several steps, he had reached the upper reaches of the River of Time and entered the stretch belonging to the Chaotic Ancient Years.
"So this is the era of the Chaotic Ancient Years... But where is my Kunpeng True Fate..." Zhou Tong came to a stop, standing atop the River of Time as he looked down over the ages.
"Although I can sense where the Kunpeng True Fate is, there seems to be a mist that my current self cannot disperse. Is it