Lu Yin didn't know whether to feel lucky or unlucky. The battle at the Progenitor Realm hadn't caused any abnormality in the energy of the star river. Otherwise, the Inner and Outer Universes would have reconnected.
He took a deep breath. Whatever. None of that had anything to do with him. Right now, he needed to take advantage of the Dao Origin Sect Ruins being empty and comprehend the Nine Cauldrons Battle Skill.
With that thought, he sat cross-legged and cleared his mind. Half an hour later, he began reciting the entire text on the stone wall.
The moment he recited it, the cauldron trembled. Lu Yin was overjoyed. It really worked! The text on the stone wall could help him comprehend the Nine Cauldrons Battle Skill. How miraculous.
Legend had it that the Nine Cauldrons Battle Skill, when united, could make one invincible. He wanted to see for himself what the skill was truly like.
Three legs make a cauldron, to suppress the heavens!
As Lu Yin recited the full text on the stone wall, he gradually lost consciousness. Or perhaps his consciousness no longer entirely belonged to him. He seemed to become a streak of light in the passage of time, traveling through the River of Time and arriving in a world from an unknowable age.
He didn't know who he was. He had no memories, no emotions, no sensations—nothing at all. He was heaven and earth, and heaven and earth were him.
He saw an enormous tree standing in the starry sky, so vast and tall that he couldn't tell its size. Its branches drooped, bearing all sorts of strange and bizarre things.
A blurry figure appeared, dressed in little more than rags, like a savage from ancient times. He held filthy mud in his hands