Qian Renxue (64)

Anchor point. A point that stood unmoving no matter how the river of time flowed. A node linking past, present, and future. An unquestionable "reality" within the long river of time.

This realization brought the changes deep within Qian Renxue's soul to a critical point. Those settled "golden particles" began to merge. They were no longer scattered, but gathered into an increasingly dense, increasingly heavy core. It was not a seed that radiated outward like Tang Wulin's, but a "core" that condensed inward—an anchor point of existence.

She felt her body, soul, and Divine Position all being reorganized by this "core." Every breath, every heartbeat, became more certain, more real. She even felt that if someone tried to deny her existence now, that denial would be shattered like it had struck an iron wall.

But this was only the beginning.

Qian Renxue continued deeper into the Corridor of Time and arrived at a circular space at its very depths. There were no echoes of time here, only absolute silence, and in the center of the space floated a strange object—it was an hourglass, but the sand within it was golden, and it flowed extremely slowly, almost still.

"Anchor of Time," an aged voice rang out in the space.

Qian Renxue turned and saw a white-haired old man appear from the void. He wore a plain white robe, his gaze as deep as time itself, and in his hand he leaned on a twisted wooden staff.

"God of Time?" Qian Renxue asked cautiously.

The old man shook his head slightly. "The God of Time fell long ago, a very, very long time ago. I am only a wisp of consciousness he left behind, guarding this ruin. You are the first deity in ten thousand years to truly step into this place."