"When did you set all this in motion? Why are jumbled memories appearing in our minds? Who are you? What have you done?"
"Who am I?"
Chen Cuo gave a soft laugh.
Behind him, countless figures gathered, scattered, and drifted into the River of Time. Each was a Black-Robed Daoist, long hair flying, bearing an air untouched by the world.
One descended into the Early Han, encountered Gaozu, and spoke with him;
one descended into the transition between the Two Han Dynasties, witnessed the upheaval of Xin Mang, and enlightened the Liu clan on rise and fall;
one descended into the late Han and the Three Kingdoms, witnessed warlords vying for supremacy, and left behind many immortal traces;
one descended into the early Two Jin Dynasties, anchored a point of rise and fall, and preserved Huaxia's fortune;
one descended into the Sixteen Kingdoms of the Five Barbarians, found a temple, subdued a Great Demon, and spoke with the Temple Dragon King;
one descended into the beginning of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, guided the fortunes of the Hu and Han peoples, and maintained their balance;
one manifested from the Divine Treasury, fixed rise and fall in place, and sealed the Mortal World for eighty-one years to hold back what lay beyond the heavens...
One after another, changing in a thousand ways, they spread across nearly every historical turning point since the Pre-Qin era, right up to the present day—every shift from rise to fall!
Then they left imprints at each point in time, inscribing his self upon them. Countless real figures seemed poised to emerge, to wrench the River of Time aside, raise towering waves, and shape countless threads of history, all leading to this very moment!
Every figure seemed embedded deep within its age!
As great waves