Zhang Yang traveled upstream through time, toward the "past."
Behind him, the power of Slaughter pursued him relentlessly.
Faced with such a situation, Zhang Yang could only keep moving forward.
This was the power of a supreme expert imbued with will. Either the will within it would be exhausted and it would dissipate, or it would accomplish the task locked onto by that will.
Zhang Yang did not believe he possessed the strength to wear down Slaughter's will.
Decades ago, during his many journeys into the Future, he had already confirmed it: Slaughter was invincible!
Since that was the case, he could only rely on the power of the River of Time to wear down Slaughter's will.
Time was a great power.
Many things that claimed to be immortal were often drowned beneath time's currents.
Even the Emperor Realm—even Shadow—was trapped within time.
The only power Zhang Yang could draw upon now was that of the River of Time.
He traveled upstream along the Time River, fleeing the pursuit of Slaughter's power while watching the evolution of the First Realm.
He had already arrived a thousand years in the past.
What puzzled him was that he had not seen the Demon Venerable act and send Gudoer and the others to the Lower Realm.
In the predetermined "past," shouldn't the Demon Venerable have acted long ago?
Without this predetermined existence, would the Future deviate?
Zhang Yang could not afford to dwell on it for long. To ensure the Future's "certainty," he sent another message to the Demon Venerable.
To the Demon Venerable, this was a Heavenly Mandate!
Zhang Yang continued upstream through time and saw the fall of the Creation Spirit Pool.
He saw the Demon Venerable become an Emperor.
He saw the Demon Realm ascend.
He had already traveled fifty