Behind the raging Earth Fire Water Wind, Meng Qi could make out only the cloud of celebratory merit and the dim glow and golden lamps around it. Everything else was obscured.
When he withdrew his gaze, he vaguely sensed Yuanshi Tianzun looking at him. There was neither sorrow nor joy in that gaze.
He waited a long while, but nothing changed. Meng Qi imprinted his mark here, completing his journey back through time and pushing his traces of existence within the Nine Abysses back to the moment it was opened. He had become an ancient being who had witnessed the entire history of the Nine Abysses—a truly ancient being!
Of course, his consciousness was not like that of a true Other Shore Being, who already existed beyond the River of Time and could simultaneously inhabit every moment of the past. He could only move between the marks left in history. This made little difference in actual combat, but the essence was entirely different—one of the distinctions between false and true, and one of the distinctions between relying on the Nine Abysses and relying on one's own power.
Meng Qi's consciousness did not transfer directly back to the present moment. Instead, he searched through the history of the Nine Abysses and descended into a certain era.
Before Xiao Sang temporarily departed, she had said that if he could travel back into the past, he absolutely had to come see "Him."
Yellow-brown waters surged onward, steeped in death and despair. Countless wronged souls and evil spirits bobbed amid the ripples, tugging at everything that passed through, seeking to wash away its memories and spirit and trap it forever in the Yellow Springs, beyond all hope of release.
No sand had gathered along this stretch of riverbank. Mountain ranges rose on either side,