"As long as you reach the Other Shore at the very forefront of the River of Time... the 'current node,' you will never again have a moment of weakness. Even at the instant of your birth, you will be at your peak, rather than merely reversing time and space to see your past self."
"And what is even more terrifying is occupying the future..."
Thinking of certain matters, Xuantian sighed softly. A trace of something close to despair even rose within him.
"Ignorance truly is bliss. No wonder the Fortune realm, the closest realm to the Other Shore, is instead called the Sea of Bitterness realm. Its bitterness really defies words."
After severing the tangled emotions that had risen in his heart, Xuantian closed his eyes.
In other words, was his true self, currently within the chaos, also trapped in another, identical predicament?
The Dao truly had no end. The higher his cultivation, the more troubles he faced.
Jiangdong Maoling.
After a night of exploration, matching wits and strength with numerous formidable enemies, Meng Qi finally left the Dongyang Villa.
At that moment, several groups stood facing off on the banks of the Jin River. Tensions ran high, and the atmosphere was heavy.
There were members of the Nine Demonic Paths, members of aristocratic clans, and disciples of martial sects.
Hum!
Suddenly, tokens flew from several of them into the air, scattering the clouds and mist that filled the sky as an illusory gateway gradually took shape.
"The Gate of the Inner Mansion!"
Someone cried out, their voice brimming with longing, clearly coveting the rare treasures that might lie within the Dongyang Inner Mansion.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and day turned to night.
Crack!
A pitch-black fissure wreathed in black vapor suddenly opened, hanging in