It felt as though he had fallen into a vast, surging torrent.
Unable to distinguish front from back, up from down, left from right, he was swept along helplessly by countless streams of light, drifting with the current... Looking up, looking down, forward or back, he could see no end.
Ji Jue saw time once again.
This was the Torrent of Time.
Transcending the shackles of matter and spiritual substance, towering above countless observations, every stream of light was an inscription and trace time had left upon the world.
Past, present, and future.
The mighty torrent of light flowed from a past without end toward a future without end.
And Ji Jue was within it, rising and sinking against his will, screaming without cease... while being chased and bitten by a dog, his life hanging by a thread.
With the dispatcher's repeated warnings and earnest instructions, Ji Jue had remained floating above the torrent, never diving down to interfere with that time.
Even when it was close at hand.
Any action that seemed easy was a trap and a temptation.
It was not merely the Established Law that repaired itself; time itself did as well. It resisted every change beyond the natural order. Every alteration and revision would inevitably breed future or past repercussions. The more one changed, the fiercer it grew, until the price could no longer be paid—then there would be no road back.
It was precisely the hidden perils caused by countless interferences with time that had given birth to things like Shadow Sun at the end of time.
Shadow Sun was that debt itself!
After gaining a Worm's senses, he finally felt the present "reality" and everything around it beyond abstract generalities. He barely vibrated his invisible wings, flapping and leaping atop the torrent again and