"Time is a desert?" A dark glint flashed through Qin He's eyes as he blinked.
Time was like an impassable heavenly chasm, stretched before all things, becoming the supreme, unshakable law.
The River of Time flowed on without mercy. No matter how magnificent or resplendent an existence had once been, it could hardly escape its wearing away and erosion.
That boundless sea had once been so vast and profound, so majestic and mighty, yet before the long passage of time, it too would one day dry up and wither, leaving behind nothing but a barren expanse of sand.
And those incomparably hard boulders, after enduring countless tempests and being carved by the years, would eventually decay and collapse into powder, scattering on the wind.
Everything in this world—whether bustling cities or tranquil villages, whether mighty figures who shook an entire region or ordinary folk—all glory and brilliance, sorrow and suffering, was like clouds passing before the eyes, gradually vanishing into the dust of history without leaving the slightest trace.
Every being struggling to cross the river of time would have their own understanding.
Qin He used his body as a furnace, refining all laws and comprehending all Daos. He had also given much thought to the Time Law.
Shadow Play saw not only the supernatural past, but also their journeys.
Those capable of falling into the supernatural were never simple beings. They had once been outstanding heroes or monstrous talents of their age. Without such foundations, anyone seeking to fall into the supernatural could only become the claws and fangs of corruption, rapidly losing their intelligence and soon turning into Walking Corpses.
The supernatural was also a kind of rule, one that needed to be comprehended.
Not just any cat or dog was qualified to jump into it.
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