Purple Firmament Palace.
Lu Yang brewed tea, hummed a little tune, and idly stirred the river of the Real World below with great interest, while Si Sui sat beside him, watching with rapt attention.
"So this is Restart."
A faint gleam flickered in Si Sui's eyes.
Just moments ago, Lu Yang had wielded unimaginable power to stir the Real World, reverse Myriad Forms, and forcibly revert Chu Sheng—who had already noticed something was wrong—back to his original state.
Si Sui had witnessed the entire process. Dense Wisdom Light gathered and surged in his eyes as he continuously analyzed the method Lu Yang had just used. Yet it remained like viewing flowers through mist—he seemed to understand something vaguely, but when he truly tried to reproduce it, it was like fishing for the moon in water.
"Unbelievable."
Si Sui sighed, then looked up, only to see Lu Yang smiling at him. "What do you think, Senior? Interested in doing it again?"
"...Doing it again?"
"Precisely."
Lu Yang nodded. His gaze then narrowed slightly as it fell upon the boundless depths of the Void Nether. He slowly raised the ancient tea cup resting beside him.
The teacup tilted ever so slightly.
A drop of tea fell from Purple Firmament Palace, its status crashing down from an infinitely lofty height. As it frantically descended through dimensions, it also expanded wildly. At last, thunder roared like surging waves, and it transformed into a boundless river, no smaller than the Real World of the Light Sea!
Before long, the river merged into the Void Nether.
A single drop of tea from Purple Firmament Palace became, upon falling into the Real World, a majestic river of time. Within it emerged countless scenes that Si Sui remembered as clearly as if they had happened yesterday.
They were