Unfazed by the changes in the outside world, Meng Qi focused every ounce of his energy, spirit, will, and every thought on breaking through to the Other Shore. He was so absorbed, it was as if Master Lu himself had possessed him.
Only by attaining the Other Shore as soon as possible could he change the situation. There was no other way!
The Dao One Glazed Lamp stood in the void, illuminating the myriad heavens. On either side of it floated a slowly forming illusory Dao Fruit, one dark and chaotic, the other concealing white within purple qi. They anchored Meng Qi to the current point in time, keeping his innate nature's spark from sinking into the Sea of Suffering and allowing him to remain half immersed in the River of Time.
With their aid, Meng Qi connected to the first "historical marker" he had left behind: the version of himself who, in the thirty-seventh year of Tianle, had planted an Inner Demon in the Building of No Benevolence's master!
His figure flickered as he flew toward that marker. The waters of time around him ceased to be illusory, turning solid and viscous as they tried to impede his return to the past.
His thoughts gradually scattered, but all that remained in Meng Qi's heart was an undying sharpness and a courage resolute to the extreme. Even if he forgot everything, he still maintained his speed and drive as he advanced toward the "marker," swift and steadfast!
This was one of the trials on the path to the Other Shore. The slightest hesitation, the smallest lack of confidence, the faintest trace of wishful thinking—and one would sink into the River of Time, dissolve into the boundless Sea of Suffering, and vanish without a trace, with no chance of returning to