I was worried about Long Xiao.
I asked the old man from Yuan Valley whether Long Xiao was trapped here, but he shook his head. He said he did not know either. He and Mister Return had one task each—one guided people in, while the other guarded the abyssal gateway. As for what happened within Yuan Valley and Guixu, neither of them could sense it.
There was only one person who could truly sense everything within Yuan Valley and Guixu: Time.
"Right, it seemed like we hadn't seen Time at all!" I said.
We had been down here for quite a while, and even after meeting the old man from Yuan Valley, we had talked for so long.
The old man from Yuan Valley narrowed his eyes. "Time generally doesn't stay in Yuan Valley. She spends more of her time in Guixu."
I narrowed my eyes. The old man from Yuan Valley sighed. "It seemed you still didn't understand. Yuan Valley was actually nothingness. To put it plainly, it was a state of emptiness, a state of chaos. There were no living beings within Yuan Valley, because all things in the world had yet to take form there. Time still had the temperament of a child. Why would she be willing to stay in such a place? Guixu, on the other hand, offered her amusement. She liked watching the myriad lives of beings. She felt that seeing the lives others had lived gave her many insights."
The last time I came, I had arrived directly in Guixu. Yet this time, I had come to Yuan Valley.
Although the old man from Yuan Valley had kept emphasizing that Guixu was Yuan Valley and Yuan Valley was Guixu, there was still a difference between the two.
And what truly created that difference