Time passed. In this passage, wonders were numerous: boundless galaxies revolved, leaves larger than planets withered, crimson light engulfed a stretch of starry sky—that was a drop of blood—and decayed weapons severed an entire stellar region.
Along the way, pools of time were accompanied by cosmic trees, withered world vines, and the like, supremely magnificent. A single leaf swayed like a whole starry sky.
On the road, rivers of time ran one after another, each incomparably grand. Wang Xuan and mechanical Xiao stood on a raft constructed with Imperial Dao runes, drifting downstream as if about to sail into an unknown ocean of space-time.
This was a wondrous journey, where one could witness many bizarre sights.
For instance, passing one place along the river of time, there was a creature whose entirety was too massive to be seen. It opened a single eye, and the entire world instantly grew as bright as day; it closed its pupils, and the whole world plunged into pitch darkness.
Further along at another location, beside the great river of time, a creature experienced birth, zenith, and decay in the span of a finger-snap. Yet it was by no means weak—at its zenith, it lifted a hand to catch the blazing sun and opened its mouth to swallow the river of stars.
In the end, Wang Xuan and mechanical Xiao stood on the raft, sailing into the sea of years. They beheld boundless waves of time and saw isolated island after isolated island.
Finally, an avenue wreathed in purple qi appeared in the sea, coming straight toward the raft before carrying them forward, charging straight ahead into the far overseas and plunging into the firmament.
With a swish, Wang Xuan felt a breath of fresh air. It felt like a gentle breeze swiftly brushing past