But now, within this forbidden ground that the Nine Yang Sect had built specifically for this moment, where no outsiders could detect anything, he could finally give it a try.
With that thought in mind, He Song willed it.
The next moment.
As He Song closed his eyes.
His body swiftly began to turn translucent.
At the same time, an unusual phenomenon gradually appeared in the void above his head.
In an instant, a semi-transparent river that seemed to run through the void emerged from empty space, flowing endlessly above He Song's head.
Golden and silver starlight flowed within the river, making it look like a sea of stars.
But upon closer inspection, countless scenes could be seen surfacing within those specks of starlight.
There were lovers parting in life and death, families separated by the boundary between life and death, and every facet of mortal existence reflected within.
It was as though.
Those starlights carried all of it within themselves.
And beyond the scattered starlight on the river's surface.
Countless scenes flickering backward and racing forward were reflected in the river's waters.
Within those scenes, mortal emperors ascended the throne and proclaimed themselves sovereign, commanding all under heaven.
There were also cultivators breaking through their shackles and soaring into the sky.
And ancient sages teaching children, opening their minds and enlightening them.
These scenes, which had appeared at some unknown time, now flashed rapidly across the surface of the river above He Song's head.
The surface of this river seemed to connect the past and the future.
However, after taking shape, the river did not remain unchanged.
At times, it twisted and warped, churning all the scenes displayed within it into chaos.
At other times, it abruptly lengthened, stretching out everything that appeared within it.
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