Time flowed backward in Meng Chuan's eyes, and the entire Earth began to "rewind."
The living beings of Earth looked no different from those of the Real World.
But anyone skilled at reading faces would have noticed an air of Cang, untamed antiquity about them.
It was the mark of the Primordial World's survivors.
The Dao Venerable had carved out part of the Real World in the Immemorial Era to make the World-Crossing Raft, a vessel that could carry life across eras. Naturally, living beings had inhabited that fragment.
The Dao Venerable would not go out of his way to save countless lives, but he would not cast out those who happened to live on the Primordial World Fragment he had taken. Instead, he sheltered them through the destruction of an era.
The distant ancestors of Earth's living beings could thus be traced back to the Immemorial Primordial World.
Their bloodline origins were ancient indeed.
After all, the vast majority of living beings across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds had been born in the Current Era.
Of course, although everyone on Earth descended from the Primordial World's survivors, that identity meant little in itself.
It granted them neither innate strength nor Divine Abilities. Even when they cultivated later in life, they were no different from the living beings of the Current Era.
Their bodies and minds were the same as those of this era's living beings.
It was simply striking that remnants of an old era still existed in the new one.
Tens of millions of years flowed backward under Meng Chuan's power, and a different scene appeared on Earth.
Smoke billowed, the sky split, meteors rained down, and the ground cracked open. Life was extinguished; dinosaurs and other creatures fell one after another.
The Immemorial Primordial World came to