Starlight blazed as Chen Cuo's figure flickered.
At the final moment before he left that era, his True Spirit broke free of his body and fell into the surging River of Time. He immediately sensed where his original flesh-and-blood body lay. With a thought, that body gathered out of the void, wrapped around his True Spirit, and took shape once more!
"My true body really was caught between one state and another. It existed almost simultaneously in the past and the future. No wonder it couldn't enter that space-time, and only my True Spirit could possess a body there. Still, judging by my last journey through time, two bodies belonging to the same person can't occupy the same place. Possession by my True Spirit was a compromise of sorts."
As soon as his consciousness returned, he sensed the eighty Acupoints trembling without cease in the unseen depths, resonating with him. But he had no heart to examine the changes in his Void Acupoints. A last, fleeting glimpse of the Old Beggar and his Patriarch flashed through his mind, and his heart grew heavier.
Chen Cuo had no time to lose himself in grief, either. He had not escaped danger. If anything, he had plunged into an even more perilous situation!
The river roared. Light and shadow flickered.
"Those are glimpses of Past-Time Space. I'm in the River of Time Gap, traveling ever farther back!"
Chen Cuo sat upon a star, enclosed by the wings of the Winged Dragon's skeleton. Gray Mist circled him, while the Heavenly Eye suspended above his head steadily gathered the fleeting scenes along their path. Each one added another detail to the Winged Dragon's Dream, painting a more intricate vision of the Mortal World within it.
The mountains and rivers had changed little. Seas might become