Ye Tian fell into this time rift, and the magical treasures he had carried shattered inch by inch. Their fragments drifted through the air, rapidly aging into powder.
In almost an instant, everything on him vanished, even his clothes. His black hair gradually turned gray-white, while wrinkles spread across his face like ravines.
Fortunately, the amber-colored bead that had led him here gave a gentle shake, spreading a white ripple that enveloped his body. It canceled out the effects of time one by one and halted Ye Tian's aging.
After experiencing so much, Ye Tian had long ceased to be stirred by sudden developments.
Yet he kept falling through this time rift toward some unknown destination. Unable to use the spiritual power in his body, he could only let the bead pull him along as he drifted in a certain direction.
No one knew how much time passed before the bead turned and carried Ye Tian hurtling toward a part of the rift.
Ye Tian only sensed the bead taking him through a thin membrane. His entire body felt as though it had been struck by lightning, only fiercer by far. Something seemed to shatter, and then he lost consciousness.
While unconscious, Ye Tian vaguely felt someone shaking him. But his head ached as though it were splitting apart, making it difficult to wake. In his daze, he seemed to be carried onto some sort of vehicle. After that, he remembered nothing.
When he woke, it was already dusk. What met his eyes was a thatched hut. The setting sun fell beside the bed, shining directly on the bead, which reflected a kaleidoscope of colors.
"You're awake?" A girl pushed open the door and entered. She looked about fifteen or sixteen, with clear, pure eyes, and both her clothes and