"I possess part of the authority over time."
To be honest, Lu Yuan had not wanted to interfere with this era.
Even a butterfly flapping its wings could stir up a storm.
Let alone someone like him, whose practical combat strength rivaled the Nine Emperors.
He had never been a butterfly.
He was a Kun Peng.
A Kun Peng that soared ten thousand miles.
But unfortunately, just as the Heavenly Evil God could not rewrite reality, neither could he. Now that he had entered this era, there was no turning back. He could either make this era worse or make it better; maintaining its original state was no longer possible.
Thus, Lu Yuan gave this answer.
That answer involuntarily brought the Heavenly Evil God's thoughts to a halt. His pupils contracted unusually, only relaxing and widening again more than ten seconds later. Clearly, he had more or less digested the fact and understood the meaning behind Lu Yuan's words.
Of course, understanding was one thing.
The necessary confirmation was still unavoidable.
After all, some matters did not need to be explained too clearly.
But others had to be made clear.
Therefore, the Heavenly Evil God spoke, his tone unconsciously carrying a tremor that even he himself had not noticed. "You mean you aren't from this era, but arrived by crossing through time?"
"You can put it that way."
"And, speaking more broadly."
"Weren't you always curious about the Red Dust Threads?"
"That's right."
"One of the ingredients in the Red Dust Threads is the Time Force corresponding to space. Only through the combination of multiple materials are the Red Dust Threads formed."
"Therefore, unless someone is like me."
"And can cross through time."
"They cannot learn the Red Dust Threads."
Lu Yuan nodded, then spoke of the original history without