It was a dazzling strike. Across the entire Human Dao Supreme World, scarcely anyone could have unleashed it. This was the power of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation.
Only in the future would Zhong Yue harmonize them with the Great Dao of Reincarnation and bring forth the Great Space-Time Eight Paths of Reincarnation.
After unleashing that strike, Meng Chuan stood within the Space-Time Passage.
He looked ahead, toward the future. He could sense that he was able to go there.
But there was no point. The future was not set in stone. Even if he went and seemed to change something, measured against the future as a whole, that change would still be part of what remained unchanged.
"If I descended in my true body and had no fear of the backlash, I could even play Heaven's Will for a while."
But then Meng Chuan would probably never be able to visit the Human Dao Supreme World again.
Only now did Meng Chuan sense how strange this world's space-time was. Because of its reincarnation system, space-time was both weak and strong.
"Not my problem." Meng Chuan shook his head. Whatever problems arose, Zhong Yue would clear them away himself.
Then Meng Chuan traveled upstream through the ages. He saw Zhong Yue meet Kindling, the destruction of the First Six Paths Realm, and the war between the Fuxi and the Myriad Races.
Fuxi heads rolled. The Fuxi Bloodline was sealed away. Fuxi glory was trampled into the mud.
No Fuxi remained in the world.
Meng Chuan kept walking backward. The farther he went, the stronger the Fuxi became.
At last, Meng Chuan reached a point a hundred thousand years in the past and stopped. This was the Fuxi Divine Race at its final peak.
It was also the last day light