Fang Mo wandered through the boundless river of Space-time, comprehending the power of Space-time. Yet he found it truly difficult to move within it. Washed by the power of Space-time, his Primordial Spirit seemed on the verge of being eroded away by Space-time.
If his Primordial Spirit had not been strong enough, he would not have lasted long at all. He felt as though he had been drifting for half an hour already.
Yet he did not know that if any Void Comprehension Expert learned that he had traveled against the current in the river of Space-time for so long, they would probably curse him as a freak. Many would have done well to endure for even a few minutes.
"What is that?"
Suddenly, Fang Mo spotted a speck of golden light in the river of Space-time ahead.
It moved incredibly fast, streaming toward him like a meteor.
His Primordial Spirit stirred, and he reached out to seize that grain of sand. He felt a tremor in his heart; that golden light seemed to be something precious.
Hiss! The moment he grabbed the golden light, Fang Mo felt a stabbing pain in his Primordial Spirit. His palm was pierced through in an instant. Yet this only ignited his ruthlessness. His other hand shot out and directly seized the grain of sand.
The tremendous impact nearly destabilized him. In the next instant, he was about to be swept away by the waters of Space-time.
Fang Mo gritted his teeth and roared. The immense power of his Primordial Spirit erupted, finally steadying him. At last, the grain of sand was clenched in his hand. Only then could he look into his palm and see that it was a golden grain of sand.
"What is this thing? It actually contains such vast power