Lu Yin exhaled deeply and continued fishing. The time he had rewound with the flowing light was still far from enough for him to attempt what he wanted—far from it.
He kept fishing and kept seeing scenes. After a long time, when the flowing light's rewound time had nearly reached nine hundred seconds, Lu Yin saw two more scenes of someone watching him. Each sight sent chills down his spine. Everything he did was being watched.
In the blink of an eye, the flowing light's rewound time increased by another dozen seconds. Lu Yin saw a scene, and its appearance left him stunned. How could this be? He stared at it intently, as if he were seeing an illusion.
The scene lasted quite a long time, but the bygone years it represented could not be devoured by the River of Time. This was a stretch of the past he had fished up by accident, not time that was rejected by the River of Time.
Lu Yin sat quietly for another half a day before continuing to fish.
On this day, the mist suddenly dispersed. A gale had come from somewhere, blowing away the mist that led toward the mountain forest.
Lu Yin looked toward the mountain forest. What kind of forest could withstand the erosion of time? Even half-ancestor experts had been erased by time, yet that forest remained lush and green, brimming with vitality.
Suddenly, Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. He saw a wooden house, faintly appearing within the mountain forest.
The Mirage Domain actually had a wooden house?
He remembered what the Progenitor had said. Some people had come here before. Fate and Wu Tian had come here, so could that wooden house be related to them?
The ancestor of the Bai Clan had also come here by accident.