The River of Time

Holding the Chaos Bell in his hand, feeling the vast Space-Time power and Earthly Dao origin contained within it, Zhou Qing felt a mysterious resonance rise in his heart.

He faintly touched a phantom river that spanned past and present, surging on without cease.

It was the River of Time of this entire chaos world.

With a slight shift of thought, the Chaos Bell trembled softly, and a clear, ringing chime spread out.

Zhou Qing's figure turned illusory. He took one step forward, about to trace upstream against the ripples of time.

He longed to witness with his own eyes the true history of the Prehistoric World, that era sealed beneath dust, tampered with, and shrouded in mist.

Yet the moment he touched the edge of that vast river, an indescribable will—supreme, aloof, and cold as an eternal ice plain—descended with a boom.

A figure whose towering majesty could not be described in words appeared before Zhou Qing.

He seemed to exist within every ripple of time, yet also seemed to stand beyond the entire river.

When his gaze fell, Zhou Qing felt that everything about him, from the past to the present and then to the future, had been seen through completely, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Stop, young man." A calm, indifferent voice, yet one containing a power that could not be defied, rang directly in the depths of Zhou Qing's True Spirit.

"There is no need to go farther." Di Hong's voice continued to echo, carrying a trace of indifference unchanged since time immemorial.

"The River of Time before the Witch-Demon era is terribly chaotic."

"That is not only the past of the Prehistoric World, but also a demonic-god battlefield where countless dimensions and endless variables collided."

"Let alone you, who have only just entered the Taiyi