Above the ruins, Yang Huai fell into brief contemplation.
The scenes of old remained vivid in his mind.
Yet the memories the Roushou Tribe had left him were far from pleasant.
To obtain the Pangu Divine Bow, they had erased every trace of Jin Chong's existence from the world.
Thus, today, he had borrowed Princess Xingya's bloodline to sense the whereabouts of the Pangu Bow.
At a thought, an invisible aura emerged around him.
A wisp of temporal aura seemed to sink into the depths of the River of Time, casting a projection into the era more than a hundred thousand years ago in an instant.
Rumble! Rumble!
A vast ripple faintly emerged above the Firmament.
Suddenly, Yang Huai's gaze shifted toward the depths of the River of Time. There, silver-white radiance filled the universe. Within that grand silver expanse condensed a towering figure formed from countless grains of temporal sand—a dragon's head atop a human body, a dragon's tail, heterochromatic eyes, and behind it, a vast temporal phenomenon of day and night alternating and annual rings revolving.
"Torch Dragon!"
Yang Huai sneered.
Rumble! Rumble!
Above the void, countless streams of time shook like grains of sand, forming a massive vortex that swept toward him.
Though Torch Dragon did not understand what he was doing, his stance was clear.
Whatever Yang Huai did, Torch Dragon would oppose it outright.
The silver radiance surged forth, as if the power of time had sealed off billions upon billions of miles of space-time, seeking to swallow him into the River of Time.
Yang Huai remained calm. A nine-colored immortal radiance severed a small branch of the River of Time, pinning a trace of Princess Xingya's soul aura within it.
At the same time, the immense aura of cultivation exceeding that of twelve great