Time was the most mysterious thing in the world. No matter how gifted and brilliant a prodigy was, none could withstand time. All eventually fell.
Perhaps the existence of the Calamity Plateau was an exception.
Jiang Yun stared at the River of Time, as though he could see scenes from the past and future. Yet they were only fleeting fragments, impossible to make out, rushing past before his eyes.
The past was fixed, while the future held countless possibilities. Yet he had a powerful premonition that the past might not be impossible to change.
It was too mysterious. After only a few glances, Jiang Yun's mind had become wholly immersed within it. He had nearly forgotten the existence of time itself, becoming lost in that great river.
However, he ultimately awakened. The projections of the Nine Stone Artifacts gave a faint tremor, allowing him to break free from the River of Time.
"Phew!"
Jiang Yun let out a long breath and no longer dared to look at the River of Time. His realm was still insufficient to comprehend that river's secrets. Forcing himself to do so would only waste time.
Yet the benefits brought by the River of Time were real. Strands of indescribable aura flowed through the world.
The Three Thousand Worlds hidden deep within Chaos seemed to have completely vanished, utterly annihilated.
But that was merely an appearance. The Three Thousand Worlds were all undergoing profound changes, as if an acceleration switch had been pressed. They rapidly evolved from the beginning of heaven and earth, continuously drawing energy from Chaos to strengthen themselves and construct entirely new rules.
Unfortunately, even accelerated countless times over, it was still far too slow in Jiang Yun's eyes. Perhaps they would only truly bear fruit hundreds of thousands of years later, providing