Clad in a blood-red robe, Qi Yuan stepped upon the bridge formed by Emperors Shu and Hu, traveling against the current of time toward the Land of Origin.
He passed through space-time, crossed the Black Sea, and sailed upstream along the river of ages.
Qi Yuan closed his eyes, feeling the wash of time.
This time, no one chatted with him, so he could seriously comprehend the power of space-time, just as he had previously comprehended the Myriad Paths Gate.
"Is this Black Sea... ownerless?"
"It looks a little like my Forgetful River."
"Hey, Black Sea, it looks like we're fated!"
Qi Yuan softly called out to the Black Sea.
Traveling against time, his figure left behind only a faint afterimage.
Within countless Mountains and Seas Scrolls, one figure after another sensed something and raised their heads toward the heavens.
They saw nothing, yet it seemed as though a streak of red flashed through their gazes.
"Is that him?" Long-buried memories surged forth. The one-eyed man's body trembled as the image of that man—peerless beneath heaven, sweeping through armies—appeared in his mind.
Upon the small boat, Lu Zhu's pupils suddenly contracted. "Master?"
The sword in her hand gave a cry. After joy and desolation came endless melancholy.
Complex emotions also appeared in Wang Yuanyu's eyes. "Sir?"
She remembered that Sir had said he would bring her stockings.
Within one Mountains and Seas Scroll after another, in every world Qi Yuan had experienced, certain powerful beings would always have their ancient memories awaken.
They recalled that man of invincible talent.
At this moment, Qi Yuan finally traveled against the Black Sea and returned to the Land of Origin.
Stepping down from the bridge, Qi Yuan looked at the Black Sea with an unfathomable expression.
"You comprehended the Black Sea and comprehended