Across the vast land, seven towering trees trembled faintly.
At their roots, a sapling sprang from the ground. Its trunk grew ever thicker, and six branches stretched out to sway in the wind!
"The River of History?"
The phenomenon had sprung from his own Divine Ability, so Chen Cuo recognized its nature at a glance.
But...
"It isn't the true River of History, only a silhouette of it. Politics, warfare, economics—all these things concern people. Human actions settle into history, but by gathering and examining them, one can glimpse something of the future..."
Once the river took shape, it roared down toward Chen Cuo!
Chen Cuo made no move to stop it. He let the river engulf him!
At once, he felt as though he had become a dam!
He stood across the river. Behind him surged its waters, heavy with countless deposits of the past. Ahead lay many tributaries, some large and some small.
Compared with the torrent behind him, the currents in those tributaries were far weaker. Some channels were broad and others narrow, and all seemed lighter. More importantly, many ended halfway along their course.
Some of those severed streams looked as though they had dried up. Others plunged deep into their riverbeds, while still others seemed to have been cut off by force!
"The past has settled behind me. It bears the weight of history, vast and tangled. If I probe its contents rashly, I'll never withstand them on my own!"
As he thought, he sent his perception forward.
"The tributaries ahead must represent different possibilities..."
With a stir of intuition, Chen Cuo focused his Divine Sense on the thinnest tributary of all!
Not only was it the narrowest, it was also the shortest, as though someone had cut it off!
Boom!
In an instant, countless