The pitch-black hole, a hundred meters in diameter, churned with gray mist. After Dongbo Xueying flew into it, he felt a warm power brush over him, and understanding dawned in his heart. "The laws governing the universe?"
He had yet to transcend.
As a lifeform within the River of Time, he was under the absolute protection of the laws governing the universe.
Whoosh.
Flying through the hole, all he could see was blackness, broken only by the occasional twisted streak of colored light. Even Dongbo Xueying found the warped sensation of space-time unbearable. Within the cosmic passage, even his perception of the speed of time had been distorted. An instant felt endlessly long, while what seemed like an age passed in a fleeting moment. A bizarre twist...