Time was formless.
That saying was perfectly correct, because it was uncertain whether time even existed.
But this understanding was only valid in the Fifth Sequence and Sixth Sequence—or within the tributaries of time.
Any living being fortunate enough to enter the main stream of the River of Time, and already possessing demigod strength, could see, touch, and sense the existence of its main stream.
Take Zhang Yang at this moment.
He had already reached demigod strength, but he had not cultivated it step by step himself. He had been forced into it by circumstances.
There were too many enemies who wanted to lay hands on his Azure Nether Realm, and too many who coveted the registered place he held in the main stream of the River of Time.
Thus, from the moment he had been driven out of the Ashen Graveyard, he had been fighting day and night without pause.
And now, he had been forced to merge with the Azure Nether Realm as one. He was the Azure Nether Realm; he was the Azure Nether Sword. The only thing left for the rest of his life was battle.
He had long forgotten the joys of being human, and he had no time to reminisce about the past.
Now, the Azure Nether Sword was his body.
This immortal sword was one hundred thousand li long, fifty thousand li wide, and ten thousand li thick.
This was everything he had. This was the only way he could fight.
Yellow mist swept past like a flood, boundless and without end.
This was the main stream of the River of Time as it passed through the Fourth Sequence. Yes, it was time itself—the time that could be reached, touched, and seen.
And within such a River of Time, Zhang Yang's Azure Nether