The eyeball occupied nearly half the sky.
Even the black fissures caused by the collapse of the Heaven and Earth Laws, which had nearly torn apart this small domain of heaven and earth, seemed insignificant before that enormous eyeball in the sky.
Chen Yan was still within the forest, his expression grave.
The air was almost completely still; not even the faintest breeze stirred this world.
Truly impossible to shake off.
Chen Yan thought to himself.
Even though he had returned at least fifty-six million years into the past, that eyeball belonging to himself from another timeline had still managed to follow him here.
Based on Chen Yan's current deductions, his counterpart from the other timeline had likely reached the thirteenth realm of cultivation, or perhaps an even higher realm.
And since that eyeball could appear at this point in time, it likely meant that beings above the Void Creation Realm could cross through time.
Or rather, they could walk upon the River of Time as though treading level ground.
Chen Yan could not be bothered to think about how many times he had faced that desiccated eyeball from the Space-time Fault. He only knew that every time he faced it, he was powerless.
Running was his only choice.
This time was no different.
Chen Yan darted through this forest sea filled with countless towering trees thousands of zhang high. Black cracks descending from the sky surged toward him from all directions like tentacles.
His feet barely touched the ground. With a light tap of his toes against a thick branch, his human form had already swept hundreds of zhang away within one-thousandth of a breath.
Only after a brief delay did the entire tree Chen Yan had stepped on begin to snap off at its roots under the force