Time Dao Fruit

At that moment, Bai Ze seemed to suddenly realize that time slipped away like fine sand, silently falling, never to return.

Everything he had experienced in the past had already become established fact, impossible to alter no matter what.

And the things yet to descend in the future also seemed long fated, drawn by some mysterious force in the unseen.

Though not the slightest ripple of energy rose around him, he could keenly sense that elusive, dreamlike power of time's origin.

That power was like thin smoke and mist everywhere at once, silently permeating heaven and earth and tightly wrapping the entire world within it.

In Bai Ze's deep eyes, the boundaries of time and space seemed to blur. It was as though he had crossed the endless torrent of years and seen his former young, immature self.

As time passed and the years flew like a shuttle, he watched himself grow from a crying infant, through the peerless splendor of youth, until he entered old age with silver threads filling his temples. The course of this life was like a cycle of destiny,

Crushed mercilessly beneath the great wheel of time, over and over again in endless repetition.

After an unknown length of time had passed, every scene in Bai Ze's eyes vanished. He slowly rose to his feet and walked into the room.

More than half a month later,

Ever since his last insight, he had still fallen short by a thread, as though it was one final kick from the door—or as though it lay impossibly far away.

Thus, as before, he enjoyed his remaining time with priority, and during this period, he also saw an old friend off on his final journey.

After all, that person had been the first friend he made after arriving in