Their natal true spirits had long since vanished without a trace in that earth-shattering collapse.
Even if they had left behind contingencies back then, after such an immense passage of time, their traces had never appeared anywhere within the Primordial Wilderness, nor had the slightest hint of their inheritance ever surfaced—
that bit of foreshadowing had likely been severed long ago.
Now, although Hongjun possessed a drop of each of their natal essence blood, to truly bring them back to life, he ultimately could not bypass that remnant true spirit within the river of time.
So long as he could seize even a trace of it, everything afterward would fall naturally into place.
All he needed was a single wisp.
Hongjun slowly raised his right hand, stirring the surging river of time before him with supreme magical power;
using the two drops of essence blood as guides, his Primordial Spirit searched with all its strength for those two true-spirit imprints that had long since vanished.
Yet the river of time was boundless—
past, present, and future; the true spirits of Myriad Beings all rose and fell within it.
Even though the power of Hongjun's Primordial Spirit stood unrivaled in the Primordial Wilderness, precisely locking onto two names amid such an ocean-like sea of true spirits was still a task of unbearable difficulty.
At last, half a day later, a familiar aura quietly surfaced;
the two drops of essence blood in his palm trembled faintly at the same instant, humming in resonance!
At that very moment—
guided by the pull of those two drops of natal essence blood, Hongjun effortlessly locked onto two true spirits rising and falling within the river of time a thousand li away.
All doubt vanished from his heart—these were unmistakably the origin true spirits left behind