Helian Shanhai had a pair of eyes like the sky itself—blue heavens, white clouds, boundless for ten thousand miles.
The azure inherited through the Helian bloodline had long since submitted to her royal authority. It was a power that not even her ancestor, Helian Qingtong, could strip away.
And now, within those eyes that encompassed the cosmos, as she gazed across time, red gold was reflected.
The rapidly approaching red gold gradually resolved into a pair of tranquil eyes, set in a young man's unruffled face.
The Great Mu Empire's national momentum, thread upon thread twisted into cords, followed in his wake as he passed through fragments of spacetime, like a golden sash tied at his waist.
His body was like a jade tree, the sash trailing ten thousand miles behind him. He trod upon time as though walking rippling waters, his strides free-spirited yet forceful!
At his waist also hung a small bronze bell, swaying gently... and giving voice to a sound that perceived all worlds.
It was indeed that one who had once wrought miracles, climbed to the summit of the heavens, and suppressed all realms with his sword.
At the slightest stirring of Helian Shanhai's thoughts, she was about to send him a message—
This fragment of spacetime, where Transcendence beings were locked in battle, suddenly folded shut! Like a page of paper, it was muddled among the book of years. Then the pages rustled as they flipped past, leaving no trace to be found.
The Cangtu God proclaimed in a voice like a chant, "I behold the affairs of ten thousand years, and they are but ten thousand pages in a book!"
From within that towering divine body shot countless chains of divinity, piercing into the cracks of spacetime and causing this Transcendence battlefield to slowly