"Humans?"
Amon sensed the six auras that had suddenly emerged from the flow of destiny, and his brow furrowed.
This was not the material world. This was a void world formed from destiny. Within the river of destiny, aside from destiny itself, nothing else could possibly exist. Even Amon could only continue devouring Great Xia's National Destiny by transforming himself into destiny.
Yet now, he saw with his own eyes six human figures slowly walking out of the river of destiny.
Most bizarre of all, every one of them was dressed completely differently.
One wore a crisp Zhongshan suit with slicked-back hair, seeming to come from the Republican era. His bearing was as steady as a mountain.
One was dressed as a Palace Lady from the Ming Dynasty, wearing a deep cyan jacket and skirt with a hairpin in her hair. She appeared gentle and virtuous.
One wore bell-bottoms and a floral shirt from the 1980s, along with oversized dark sunglasses. He looked like a trendy young man who had just stumbled out of a dance hall after a night of fooling around.
The other two wore modern hoodies and shirts, though a closer look revealed differences in their eras. The girl's hoodie was made of sherpa fleece, and she wore white sneakers, both clearly products of the past two years. The boy, meanwhile, wore a white shirt and black tapered pants, with bulky over-ear headphones hanging around his neck. That model had been completely discontinued fifteen years ago.
Finally, at the very center stood a figure clad in battered ancient armor, stained with great swathes of dark red blood. He carried a long spear in one hand, equally bloody and sinister, like a great general who had just stepped off a battlefield.
Yet his face was extraordinarily young, only