Lu Yin felt his scalp prickle when the River of Time appeared. No matter how confident he was, he'd never expected to draw it out. Was this a source tribulation? It was murder.
The River of Time flowed toward Lu Yin. He'd traveled through time and space before, but he had no idea what would happen if he touched the river. Would he return to the past? Or be sent to the future? He didn't want either.
But the river was drawing near, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. How could space or time compare to the vastness of the ages?
He'd been an idiot. He'd actually tried to use space to face a source tribulation. This was an uncontrollable force to begin with.
Xia Shenji had touched the Time Power and secretly hidden it, unwilling to let Bai Wangyuan and the others know. That showed how important the Time Power was to him. And Xia Shenji was already among the strongest below the level of Sequence Particle experts.
This was a power he had no business touching yet. He'd acted on impulse.
He'd only wanted to use space to survive the source tribulation and transform his Inner World, but he hadn't realized that he might not be able to survive the tribulation at all.
Least of all had he expected space to draw out the River of Time. Why? Why would space bring time?
With no time to think, Lu Yin raised a hand, and the die appeared. There was only one thing he could do now—roll it.
He tapped it with a finger. The die spun and landed on one, giving him something useless. He continued. Five. He kept going.
Outside the source tribulation's range, Ancient God and the others watched Lu Yin. Was