"Master, that's good."
"This time, I'll either fight to bring honor to my ancestors and become a renowned big shot, or I'll hand over this worthless life in gratitude for Master's recognition. No regrets."
He Cang suddenly straightened, his eyes bursting with fearless light. "Master, let's go."
The Golden Trident behind Liu Di suddenly rang out and flew into his hand.
At the same moment, a black vortex appeared before them.
Liu Di then pointed the tip of the trident at He Cang.
Under He Cang's astonished gaze, he saw his body seemingly turn into code, transforming into streams of ribbons that drifted into the black vortex.
Without hesitation, Liu Di stepped in right after him!
At that instant, this fragment of time reached its end and began looping again, except He Cang was no longer part of it!
In 1903, on the shores of Lake Baikal in the Russian Federation.
This was the time and place where the Tunguska Meteorite would fall.
A black vortex abruptly appeared beneath a hill.
The drifting streams of data formed He Cang's body, as if he had been transported in code.
Liu Di, however, simply stepped out in the flesh. He seemed more like he had walked through time.
He Cang stared in shock. "Master, was that time travel?"
Liu Di nodded and went straight to the point. "Check whether your ability is still there."
He Cang did not hesitate. His gaze shifted slightly, and a stone at his feet suddenly rose into the air and flew into his hand. He clenched his palm, crushing it with a bang.
"It is!"
Liu Di nodded to himself. "That's really unfair."
He Cang surveyed the surroundings. This was an utterly wild stretch of countryside, so he immediately asked, "Master, what problem are we here to