The River of Time stretched across hundreds of millions of miles. Wherever its radiance shone, heaven and earth fell under its control, and everything in the myriad heavens dissolved away.
At this moment, time and space had completely frozen. Every attack launched by the White Bone Divine Spirit Race experts came to a halt, as though someone had suddenly pressed a pause button.
"Damn it, how could this happen? What a powerful spirit treasure! This is definitely an Innate Supreme Treasure surpassing even a Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure! He's just an ant, a lowly creature from a decaying world—what right does he have to possess such a supreme treasure?"
Someone recognized the extraordinary nature of the Wings of Time behind Lin Changqing, and was instantly consumed by envy and jealousy.
Others went nearly mad, grinding their teeth as they let out low roars.
An Innate Supreme Treasure—this was a treasure that even Supreme Saint experts did not possess—yet it had fallen into the hands of a lowly creature from a decaying universe. It was simply a waste of heaven's gifts.
Still, roaring was one thing. Every member of the White Bone Divine Spirit Race erupted with all their strength, trying to break free of the River of Time's confinement.
Unfortunately, no matter what methods they used, it was all in vain.
At that moment, Lin Changqing's Primordial Chaos Furnace came crashing down, forcibly suppressing and devouring the three-headed, eight-armed, twelve-legged White Bone Divine Spirit.
"No... I have yet to attain the Dao and become a Supreme Saint. How can I die at the hands of a lowly ant like you? I'll self-destruct..."
Caught by the Primordial Chaos Furnace, this fellow knew there was no longer any chance of breaking free. Yet he was decisive, choosing to self-destruct without the slightest