When Zhao Cheng looked back, he could see the Light of Civilization shining behind him like the morning star in the sky, like an eternal lighthouse guiding him home, ensuring that he would not lose his way amid the turbulent years.
Traveling through time had always been a dangerous undertaking.
Especially the time of Primordial Spacetime.
If the time of parallel spacetime was merely a series of little streams, then the years of Primordial Spacetime were a boundless ocean. The two were utterly incomparable.
Yet Zhao Cheng's current cultivation realm had reached an extreme height. His mind had evolved into a multiverse; even accelerating the flow of time in Primordial Spacetime by ten thousandfold would not bring a backlash from time.
Even periods of time that even Eternals could not cross for the moment were to him no more than a leisurely stroll.
This was the realm of the Tenth Heaven!
If he wished, he could swiftly condense the Dao Fruit of a Dimensional Demon God, then push it to its utmost limit in an instant and become a complete Dimensional Demon God.
With a single step, he would stand at the very pinnacle of dimensions.
It was merely that he now possessed a loftier pursuit, which was why he had not taken that path.
Watching the scenes within the river of time, Zhao Cheng did not hesitate. With a movement of his mind, he shattered a layer of separation and descended into the past.
At that instant, even someone as powerful as him felt the slightest resistance—the reverse current of time.
Fortunately, his mind was now unimaginably powerful. With a single turn of thought, he dissolved that repulsive force, embedding himself firmly into past spacetime like a nail.
This differed from traveling through time in a dungeon. The Panel's