"I'll reverse the River of Time." Lu Yuan suddenly reached toward the starry sky. Gray currents swirled around him—that was the power of time.
Lu Yin looked back, his gaze resolute. "Ancestor, this is my inner demon."
Lu Yuan froze, staring blankly at Lu Yin.
Lu Tianyi's voice rang out. "Ancestor, let Little Seven handle it."
Lu Yuan gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew his hand. The gray faded away.
Lu Yin turned his gaze forward again. Just then, gray mist spread across the starry sky like smoke and dust. Everyone was drawn to the strange sight and looked up, wondering what would appear.
Breaking through to the Ancestral Realm was nothing remarkable to those qualified to take part in the Primordial City battlefield. Which of them wasn't already an ancestor?
Ordinary ancestors weren't even qualified to enter this battlefield.
But Lu Yin was different. Even the Origin Realm experts had no idea what would happen when he broke through to the Ancestral Realm.
Looking back on Lu Yin's every breakthrough, each one had shaken the universe.
The gray grew closer and closer. Lu Yin stared at it, as if he could see the mist-like time of the Mirage Domain. Perhaps this gray was similar to that mist-like time; it simply appeared gray in the starry universe.
The river roared. Everyone heard the sound of rushing water.
Where could there be a river in this universe, beneath this starry sky, on this Primordial City battlefield?
"The River of Time!" someone cried.
Everyone looked up. They couldn't see where the gray began, but they saw a surging river flowing in from the distant horizon, plunging down like a waterfall.
Lu Yin's gaze remained calm. The River of Time—yes, it could only be that. How could the power of time exist apart