He could not make anything of it, so he simply picked a direction and moved on.
Their batch of heavenly talents had come to the Sea of Time with the mindset of giving it a try—the Sea of Time was the foundation of the Temple of Time, and within it remained many opportunities from the Space-Time Era.
Yet the Sea of Time was simply far too vast, and those opportunities were hidden extremely deep.
Even after countless generations of Martial Artists had explored it one after another, every time the Sea of Time opened, there would still be a few lucky ones who obtained their own fortunes from this silver ocean.
The elders with profound cultivation and the Divine Envoys headed for the depths of the Sea of Time in order to enter seclusion and break through amid the dense time rules.
As for young Martial Artists like them, they were trying their luck in the relatively safe shallow-sea region. If they could find an opportunity, that would naturally be a tremendous blessing. If they truly could not find one, the trip would still not be wasted—even if they only cultivated in the Sea of Time, with the protection of the Time Token at their waists, they did not need to worry about their bodies being eroded by the power of time, and could accumulate cultivation without any lingering concerns under a time flow roughly ten times faster.
Qin Yan roamed through the Sea of Time like a fish swimming in a silver river.
The seawater gently wrapped around his body, and the power of time slowly flowed around him.
After moving forward for who knew how long, a silver light suddenly lit up before Qin Yan.
Immediately afterward, a silver monster appeared in front of Qin Yan—the monster was