Amid the clamor, light and shadow flowed backward.
Heaven and earth spun. As Divine Thoughts shifted, countless scenes reappeared. Before Chen Cuo was the Pavilion wreathed in fire-clouds and lightning.
Everywhere he looked, clouds hung like curtains, immortal wine covered the ground, and fine dishes stretched on without end. Seven people sat among them.
It was the very scene he had entered when Hongyuan led him into the Flame Spirit Mountain Secret Realm!
"Time... is flowing backward!"
Chen Cuo already controlled a little power over time and had once traveled into the past with the Lord of Self through the River of Time Gap. This sight was no stranger to him. Suppressing his shock, he looked up. His gaze pierced the void, and he realized that almost everywhere his senses and Divine Sense could reach, the past was returning. Time itself was flowing backward!
"Though I've never undergone Ascension, my Dao Attainment and Divine Abilities are considerable. My will extends far and wide, even into the Great Hua Secret Realm! Now everything it reaches is being affected! From a single point, this has spread across nearly the entire Mortal World and even Beyond the Mundane. Who could have such power?"
As surprise swept over him, he recalled that after creating his Dao Mark, he had left a mark—an anchor—in the River of History. In theory, he too could travel upstream into the past. But his return would affect only himself, and the Magic Power required would be astronomical. Even a single instant would nearly drain him dry!
"Yet someone can seize time across the Mortal World and Beyond the Mundane and send it flowing backward! It's as though they're playing with time in the palm of their hand! How terrifying! What level must someone reach to do that? Beyond the