"This pattern—no wonder it felt so familiar. I'm afraid..."
Bifang's gaze sharpened as he looked at one of those who had entered this place.
The strange feeling he had experienced upon first seeing this person was now mostly explained.
Judging by that sense of shared origin, it was hard not to speculate about the other party's background.
A traveler through time. One favored by destiny.
But he was someone from the past.
As for whether he might be the Divine Lord who had left behind the painting—
There was no longer any need to dwell on whether they were the same person.
Bifang now stood within this stretch of time from the past. To the people here, the Bifang Mo Mingsheng had seen was someone from the Immortal Sect, someone earlier than himself in the river of time.
Yet Bifang himself knew that he was a person from later generations.
Looking at this figure from that perspective—
He could also sense the faint abnormality concealed behind that golden strand of destiny.
Compared to the other two beside him, this man of tremendous fortune clearly did not originate from this world.
As for how he had come here from a temple below—
That was another story entirely, though destiny had undoubtedly played a major role in it.
Bifang did not approach him again.
Even immortals could leave behind the thoughts of Remnant Immortals. This person of great fortune who had traveled here from elsewhere could not possibly be simple either.
It was only that he had not sensed the aura of Reincarnation.
The city left behind by Ancient Nine Nether, where fragments of Reincarnation remained, had disappeared by now. Yet having been within it, it was not difficult to see certain things clearly.
Though variables had arisen here, its foundation still