The instant Zhu Long entered the River of Time, boundless, terrifying pressure swept over him.
!!!!!!
In a heartbeat, danger rushed at him like an abyss opening beneath his feet, like death staring him in the face. A bone-deep chill surged through him.
Zhu Long felt as though the sky had collapsed.
No, what the hell?!
Where the hell have I ended up? Is this still the River of Time?
This is the River of Time?
The Primordial Wilderness's River of Time?
Zhu Long didn't think so.
How could this possibly be the Primordial Wilderness's River of Time?!
It's not like I've never been here before!
He had practically made the River of Time his home once!
Coming back here should be just like coming home, shouldn't it?
But now I'm home, and my home is gone!
Whatever anyone said, Zhu Long refused to believe he had entered the River of Time. Not even if they beat him to death!
So where's my home?
But the boundless, terrifying pressure gave Zhu Long no time to dwell on any of that. He felt like he was about to die.
He wanted to flee, but the terrifying pressure of the Great Dao left him unable to move. It crushed him flat against the ground, where he lay trembling.
Zhu Long felt like he was about to die again.
Wait. Why did I say "again"?
Right. Last time, I nearly died here too.
But wasn't the River of Time accessible again? That should mean that supreme being has left!
Then how can the pressure of the Great Dao still be this terrifying?!
The pressure was so dreadful that Zhu Long felt as if he were seeing his great-grandmother. Oh, wait. I don't even have a great-grandmother.
Zhu Long felt as if he had