"Returning to the past—what utter nonsense! If the Hell Ten Paths possessed such power, they could never have been besieged and killed by us to this extent!"
Within the dim surroundings, a single glimmer illuminated the path downward.
"Among the Immortal Alliance's records spanning millions of years, the power of space-time belonged only to Ancient Cultivators, as well as the Space-time Alien Race—beings who stood shoulder to shoulder with the top-tier races of Heaven and Earth during the Primordial Era, such as Celestial Humans, true dragons, phoenixes, and All Gods!"
"Space-Time Hounds that crossed time and space, Ouroboros, Time-Dimensional Worms... only such beings could touch upon a trace of the mysteries of space-time below Dao Integration."
"But these alien races were all unique existences. Since the end of the Primordial Era and Ancient Times, they had long since vanished completely into the ages. Even if the Hell Ten Paths had somehow obtained one of their corpses, or even received the aid of a living Space-time Alien Race, they absolutely could not send us back three months. After all, even the space-time alien races could only alter and distort the time of reality; they could not change the established history of the past!"
"Therefore, we have not returned to the past. The other side has used some method to trap us within an illusion!"
Creak—
At This Moment, the cellar door was pushed open. Roughly thirty figures stood scattered within.
Mister Mist, Celestial Maiden Gu Yue, True Lord Lie Kong...
True Persons of the formation path, Talisman Dao masters, Golden Core Cultivators of the myriad gu path...
Clearly, some of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance cultivators who had entered the island had gathered here!
So many people are missing?
Lin Chen swept his gaze over them, but did not find any