Splash, splash.
Beads of water and cresting waves surged through the Long River of Time.
Within these images of the past, certain mighty cultivators suddenly sensed something and cast their gazes upward.
A scattered few stargazers also raised their eyes, watching the celestial river's stars shift into countless configurations, and knew that some strand of heavenly secrets had reversed into the past.
When ripples arose in one stretch of the Long River of Time, other stretches of time were affected as well.
Most cultivators would know nothing of it, but a rare few experts who had surpassed the limits of heaven and earth could sense disturbances in other ages.
Over the long years, there had been many cultivators of exceptional talent. With the passage of endless time, those who became mighty experts were far from few, even when set within the incomparably vast river of the cosmos.
Yet despite their numbers, cultivators who could reach the Great Dao remained few.
Among them, most who could detect this were experts of the current era.
Experts from three thousand years later naturally knew what had happened at this point in time.
But those living in the years before that point did not necessarily know.
After all, to them, the age they inhabited was the present, and that point three thousand years ago lay in their future.
And the future was misty and uncertain, its heavenly secrets formless.
Even when peering into the future, what they saw was merely the widest among countless rivers.
Human strength had its limits; the will of heaven and earth was boundless.
As for seeing the destined future in its entirety, at least for now, no expert could claim certainty.
Six thousand years in the past.
Amid a landscape of mountains and rivers, a mighty expert crossed