Legend had it that a River of Time existed throughout the myriad worlds, supporting the flow of every heaven and earth. It bore the supreme laws of nature itself.
Not even Emperors could travel upstream, turn back the hourglass, and rewrite the ages.
Mortals might lament the fleeting passage of time, where a single dream brought a hundred years of loneliness. Yet in the vast universe, time was the cheapest thing of all.
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years... Endless time was like scenery streaming backward beyond a train window, surging past scene after scene.
Gradually, Chen Qiye awakened beneath the chaotic radiance. Having departed from the ancient era, he seemed to witness everything that had happened in this world—generation after generation of prodigies rising to fame, dazzling the world, shaking all realms, ascending to the heavens, and finally falling...
Their blood stained the skies as they perished in the cold, dark, desolate starry void.
Time continued to advance, and Chen Qiye slowly closed his eyes.
Host: Chen Qiye Realm: Eighth-Rank Martial Saint (Peak of the Second Immortal Platform Realm) Experience: 1700000/9000000 Cultivation Arts: Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, Heavenly Sword Art Master Value: 300 Master Rank: Three Stars Current Plane: Shrouding the Heavens Plane Plane Disciple: None Current Item: Soul-Calming Card Activated Mission: God Creation Mission
"Heh, a Martial Saint?"
Chen Qiye felt the power within his body. Once he returned to the Battle Through the Heavens plane, he would possess the strength of an Eight-Star Dou Saint. Let alone Hun Mie Sheng, even Hun Tiandi would be nothing more than a trivial opponent before him...
Yet he felt no overwhelming arrogance. Perhaps he was still too weak.
"If... if I were stronger, perhaps I could travel upstream once more and recover those