This oppressive silence, like the stillness at the dawn of the Prehistoric Universe, permeated heaven and earth for three eras. And the era of the Three Kingdoms came to an end amid this calm before the storm.
The starlight of the Taiyin Star concealed its sharpness, the mists of Kunlun Mountain condensed into substance, and even the tides of the East Sea Dragon Palace rarely slowed their surging pace.
Until one day, an unprecedented spectacle suddenly descended!
The River of Time manifested on its own and churned violently. The silver-white River of Time stretched across the heavens, and the two ancient rivers that had endured since time immemorial crashed together.
In an instant, Turbulent Flow descended, rolling backward and weaving into a dazzling Light Net that covered every corner of the Primordial World. This phenomenon had already begun to shake the very source of the Primordial World.
At the heart of the interwoven Light Net, a figure from the Archaic Era slowly stepped out from a crack between time and space.
She wore ancient black scaled armor, its surface engraved with long-lost patterns of mountains, rivers, and earth. A heavy aura of the Great Dao of Earth lingered around her.
A few strands of silver, like dust from the ages, hung amid her cascading hair, while her eyes and brows bore the weathered marks of countless ages.
She was Juling Clan, an ancient deity—and the ancestor of the renowned Juling Xuan Yue of the present Primordial World.
Back in ancient times, Juling Clan had fought Xuan Tian in a battle to the death. During that fierce clash, she had been hurled deep into the Turbulent Flow and lost ever since.
Yet no one knew that she had been swept into the narrow gap between time and space, becoming a solitary