Immeasurable Fishing Rod

Jiang Ping'an landed before the Eternal Sighing Rift Valley, put away his True Thunder Treasure Wings, found a bluestone the size of a crouching ox, and sat cross-legged upon it, quietly waiting for the time to enter the Shagu Secret Realm.

Several hours later, the moment dividing tonight from tomorrow arrived.

The distorted light and shadows at the valley entrance abruptly fluctuated more intensely. Countless fragments of time danced backward like snowflakes, then whirled together like a raging flood. At last, an irregular, shadowy gateway with edges shimmering in seven-colored flowing light slowly took shape above the rift valley.

From within the gateway came the vast sound of rivers surging—that was the sound of the River of Time's projection flowing through the secret realm!

This gateway appeared for only an instant.

The instant it appeared, the prepared Jiang Ping'an shot inside with a whoosh. The gateway vanished immediately afterward, as though Jiang Ping'an had entered time itself.

The instant he entered the Shagu Secret Realm, Jiang Ping'an felt an intense sensation of weightlessness and dizziness.

Then, he saw a bizarre, ever-changing chaos before him.

Beneath his feet seemed to be nothingness, yet it also felt as though he were standing upon flowing time.

Countless fragments of images, sounds, and auras washed over him from every direction: the cries of battle amid clashing weapons and charging warhorses on an ancient battlefield, which in an instant became the music of strings and pipes accompanying song and dance within a palace; violent geographic changes as seas turned into mulberry fields; the lives of living beings rapidly replaying from birth to death... These were information fragments scattered by the River of Time's projection, chaotic and disordered, yet containing the very essence of time.

Jiang Ping'an guarded his mind tightly and did not allow these