On the coast, deep in a dense forest.
As Chen Cuo pointed, the Twelve Stars blazed, and an illusory River of Time appeared!
Its waves surged across a boundless expanse, roaring toward them like a Fierce Beast loosed from its cage. Even if Chen Guangrui and the others wanted to dodge, where could they flee?
As for Wangsheng Daoist, kneeling on the ground, and the Lord of Flowing Cleansing Island and the others, who could not move of their own will, they could only watch helplessly as the river swallowed them.
"This is..."
At the last moment, Fairy Haixi's eyes flickered. She had recognized it.
"The River of History!"
As her words fell, she vanished beneath the water.
But this river held no ordinary water. It shifted between void and reality, seeping into her flesh, soul, and spirit.
In an instant, countless fragments of scenes flashed through Fairy Haixi's mind, like fleeting glimpses of the past or scattered hints of the future. Each seemed to contain boundless secrets and countless mysteries.
Yet whenever she tried to grasp or comprehend them, she caught nothing. The fragments dissolved like flowers in a mirror or the moon on water, leaving only a lingering trace.
But that faint trace stirred an insight that seemed both real and unreal, whispering the truths of the Heavenly Dao. Like a cat's claws scratching at her heart, it left Fairy Haixi aching to know more. She could not help searching on, losing herself among those fleeting images.
She was not alone. The others were no different. Even Chen Guangrui, who had never cultivated, felt as though he could discern the gains and losses of history and glimpse the shape of the future!
For a scholar, to see the past clearly and understand the future was an irresistible temptation.