"That stretch of time seemed to have reached the Song dynasty. The mysteries of the River of History truly defied measure. Even knowing the river might have come from elsewhere, after all these years of washing and settling, it had long since become one with this world, impossible to tell them apart. But..."
As the ripples faded and the upheaval caused by the Ancestral Dragon's Sever Heaven and Earth gradually subsided, the Dao Lords' projections left the Mortal World. The strange visions before Chen Cuo also began to fade, and the scene of the river's future vanished with them. Yet fragments of what he had seen remained in his heart.
"That last scene showed the Song dynasty, but the Song people I glimpsed were hazy and false. They resembled those Han men I saw beyond the frontier, twisted into Turks."
At a thought, he flicked a finger and drew out a thread of Heavenly Dao power to divine the future. He dimly glimpsed a shift in heaven's workings, and his expression immediately darkened!
"Could the Dao Lords' scheme truly succeed? Would every living being in the Mortal World be slaughtered, their races wiped out? Have the peoples of later ages already been replaced like birds in a new cage—not the original living beings, but a new generation born of the Dao Lords' will?"
What the river showed might not come to pass, but there was a strong chance it would become reality. Especially when those driving the change stood at the summit Beyond the Mundane.
"For public good and personal reasons alike, I can't remain in this age! To reach a higher realm, I must return to my own time. To avert the tragedy about to happen, I must leave this stalled stretch of history. And to free Guang Chengzi