A Possible Timeline

Hearing the lingering echoes constantly ringing by his ears, Li Heng casually waved a hand, scattering the pure, tranquil sound that had been winding through the room. Pinching his chin, he exclaimed:

"Tut, tut. As expected of Virtue Venerable. His skill at showing off is truly superb—he does it without the slightest trace of ostentation."

Yet without attaining the Dao Fruit, Other Shore Ones were no different from mortals, likewise living beings drowning in the Sea of Suffering.

Li Heng shook his head and turned his gaze toward Meng Qi and Sang outside the First Inn of the Vast Desert.

A faint green glow emerged behind him. It was a bronze bell covered in rust, its surface marked by the scars of countless ages.

Dong!

The heavy chime of the Eastern Sovereign Bell echoed and trembled, stirring ripples within the River of Time. One of the countless tributaries leading toward the future began to writhe like a long serpent.

In the eyes of an Other Shore One, this branch of time was as thin as a strand of hair, merely an insignificant one among the countless timelines of the True World.

The place where Water-Moon Guanyin and the Goddess Who Delivers Sons, whom Li Heng had rescued during the Primordial Era, resided was one of the countless timelines of the True World.

On that timeline, they were powerful immortals and legendary great experts.

But to the complete True World, let alone the two of them, even that entire timeline was insignificant.

The power Li Heng had expended to take them away had been negligible.

To beings below the Other Shore, every timeline was no different from the complete True World, containing the past, present, and future of the True World.

Creatures below the Other Shore had no way of distinguishing