The instant Candle Dragon entered the River of Time, he felt boundless, terrifying pressure sweep toward him.
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In an instant, the sensation of standing at the edge of an abyss and facing the danger of death crashed over him, sending a bone-chilling cold through his heart.
Candle Dragon felt as if the sky had fallen.
What the hell was this?!
Where the hell had I been sent? Was this still the River of Time?
This was the River of Time?
The River of Time of the Primordial World?
Candle Dragon did not believe it was!
How could this possibly be the River of Time of the Primordial World?!
It wasn't like I'd never been to the River of Time before!
He had practically treated the River of Time as his home in the past!
Returning to the River of Time should have been like returning home, right?
Yet now he had come home, only to find that his home was gone!
In any case, Candle Dragon did not believe he had entered the River of Time. He would not believe it even if beaten to death!
So where was my home?
However, the boundless, terrifying pressure gave Candle Dragon no time to think such nonsense. He felt as though he was about to die.
He wanted to flee, but the incomparably terrifying pressure of the Great Dao left Candle Dragon utterly unable to move. He was directly suppressed onto the ground, crawling there as his entire body trembled.
Candle Dragon felt as though he was about to die again.
Wait, why did I say "again"?
That was right. The last time, he had nearly died here as well.
But hadn't the River of Time become accessible? That should have meant that supreme being had already left.
Then why—why was