From Lin Feng's perspective.
Time gradually bared its fangs.
Those fangs looked exceptionally hideous, and every one of them could prove fatal.
"Every being within time is food for those sinister things hiding inside it."
Amid the ever-growing flood of information.
Lin Feng saw more of the truth.
He saw that every being bound by time, somewhere beyond sight and touch.
Had a slender thread attached to it.
Slowly feeding some substance Lin Feng could not yet understand up to time above.
Space, by contrast, was relatively stable and demanded nothing.
In other words, both were "natural."
But time was no ordinary natural phenomenon.
It flowed linearly downward.
If he had to describe it.
This scene hardly looked like something time had done willingly. It was more as though someone had tended it like a garden.
Pruning it into this shape.
Then, it seemed.
The person with both the idea and the ability to do this.
Could only be one person.
Lin Feng himself.
Lin Feng had done this.
This river of time had been shaped exactly as he had envisioned and planned.
"I need to prune time into a river. This river can have tributaries, but it must be a river, flowing from high to low."
Of course.
What he meant by high to low.
Was really from the ancient past to the present.
It only needed a starting point.
Whether it had an endpoint.
Was not something Lin Feng needed to consider.
Others would naturally consider that.
Each generation had its own concerns.
Following it downstream, Lin Feng soon saw a place he was not meant to enter.
Someone else's presence lingered there.
But looking at it from this side.
He seemed to have laid a solid foundation for those who came after him.
Setting the cornerstone.
For