Venerable Subduing Dragon King did not know what state he was in. He seemed like a pure ray of light, or a bolt of lightning tearing across the heavens, or perhaps a swirling current of thought.
Only upon reaching this point did Venerable Subduing Dragon King understand the vastness of the cosmos and the infinitude of space and time. He sailed through boundless time and the universe, dragged onward by some strange force.
It was an immense force. Its source might have been a churning mass of chaos, or perhaps a hazy, picture-like scene woven from memory and imagination.
Yet Venerable Subduing Dragon King knew that was not the case. These things could not have been constructed by his own consciousness. Rather, they resembled some even vaster reality—or, more precisely, scenes from a certain stretch of the river of time.
Venerable Subduing Dragon King was certain that he had been swept into aberrant space-time. Here, he was like a gale sweeping over the earth. The scenery around him was filled with unbelievable vegetation, cliffs, mountain ranges, and stone structures unlike anything humans built.
Within a chaos interwoven from countless images floated lights and shadows made up of geometric fragments. Each corresponded to a point in time, and through their ceaseless movement, he passed among those motionless nodes.
This carried Venerable Subduing Dragon King through time and space. Across the Three Realms and Six Paths, whether the Abyssal Realm or the space-time of the Six Paths, everything flashed swiftly past him. At times he shot straight into the sky; at others, he dove from the heavens to the ground. All sorts of lights and shadows emerged amid the surrounding scenery. They were real, yet illusory—things that had truly happened in history.
He saw great rivers surging through the deserts of ancient