"Hell Transformation."
A ghostly hand sprouted beneath Tu Shan Jun's ribs.
His left and right hands formed seals.
"Yin-Yang Reversal!"
The immaculate moon in the distant heavens pressed close, as though embracing the earth, transforming into two yin-yang fish that entwined into a Taiji diagram. Like a precious mirror, it illuminated the darkness ahead.
Amid the surging roar, rippling light appeared.
The River of Time, manifested between heaven and earth, revealed its true form within the profound darkness.
The figure strolling ahead suddenly halted.
Abruptly, he turned around.
Vermilion hair drifted lightly.
A trace of confusion passed over that blue-faced, fang-toothed visage. Then, upon seeing the silhouette atop the distant mountain peak, realization dawned on him. He pondered, "So that is how it is. Someone has reflected the River of Time."
As he spoke, he shifted his gaze back and said calmly, "When I became Emperor, I became Emperor in the past, future, and present..."
The instant the thunderous voice of the Great Dao descended, the shimmering River of Time was already filled with figures.
No.
Looking closely, they were not a crowded mass of people at all, but countless ghostly shadows wandering the river of time.
The ghost shadows pressed shoulder to shoulder.
With the bright moon above their heads, they stood with their backs to the crowd.
Crimson swirled through the river.
It lent several shades of eerie strangeness to time, which had originally been gray and murky.
Countless disheveled ghost shadows stopped in their tracks at the same moment.
Silent.
Hair-raising.
All living beings were struck with terror.
The Forgotten Ancient Emperor was especially shocked.
He had intended to use the River of Time to make heaven and earth forget the legend of life and death inscribed by Tu Shan Jun. Instead, Tu Shan Jun's yin-yang reversal