"Stop. No need to say anything!"
Lin Xuan's gaze turned strange. He felt that the Wheel of Time-Space had something wrong with its head—assuming it even had one.
That resonance was fading away. Then, the River of Time upon the Wheel of Time-Space swept over him once more.
This time, Lin Xuan did not resist. He allowed the River of Time to wash over him as his figure slowly faded.
In the end, Lin Xuan gave the Wheel of Time-Space one deep look before vanishing completely from this so-called "place of origin."
When Lin Xuan regained his senses, he immediately saw the familiar River of Time, with a force pushing him onward.
After getting his first glimpse of the first Time-Space Inscription, Lin Xuan could clearly sense an intensely sharp severance between himself and every segment of the River of Time.
"This should be sufficient proof that I don't belong to those eras. If I forcefully intervene, there will be great terror."
Lin Xuan silently marveled at the wonder of time.
At last, within one stretch of the long river, Lin Xuan sensed something different. There was no sense of severance whatsoever between him and that span of time.
Lin Xuan knew that he had returned to the point in time that belonged to him.
Sure enough, in the next instant, the force propelling him forward suddenly dragged his body downward, plunging him into the River of Time in the blink of an eye.
Ripples spread softly, and Lin Xuan disappeared.
When he appeared again, Lin Xuan was already standing within a side hall of Asura Peak.
"Peak Lord!"
Before Lin Xuan could extend his senses, a familiar voice rang out beside him.
Lin Xuan smiled faintly. He did not even need to look to know that there were not