"This is..."
Chen Yan looked at the stone platform that had appeared on the ground. It seemed rather plain, the sort that would not look out of place even in the courtyard of an ordinary home. He spoke as if talking to himself.
"Looks familiar, doesn't it?"
The white-haired young man's voice remained indifferent. Then he raised his right hand and gave it a gentle sweep through the air.
Ten spheres of light, each different in color and shape, appeared within the forbidden zone of Desolate Ridge and began slowly revolving around him.
They were Dao foundations.
The Dao foundations of ten Ascension Realm cultivators.
"Though the paths of the Great Dao may differ, they ultimately converge. This is also the only method I currently know of that can cross the River of Time and return to a point in the past."
The white-haired young man continued.
Just as Mister You had once done.
As he had said, though the paths of the Great Dao differed, they ultimately converged.
Different origins, different experiences—everything was different.
Yet he had happened to think of the same method as Mister You: crossing the River of Time.
Looking at the stone platform before him and the ten Dao foundations circling the white-haired young man, Chen Yan fell into a brief silence.
"More than one Senior once told me that everything that happens in this world has long since been ordained by fate."
Chen Yan paused for a moment before continuing:
"Unless returning to the past is itself a part of fate."
Back then, Mister You had set up the stone platform in Fusheng City and gathered the Dao foundations of Ascension Realm cultivators, sending himself to Chenping Continent eight thousand years in the past, because he had no other choice.
At the time, the