The youth was fierce, ferocious.
Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren had already reached the upper limit of this History Fragment, yet even together, they were still no match for him.
Who knew how long they had fought?
Wang Quan wanted to leap out of the grave pit and keep fighting.
But after exerting his entire body, he merely bounced inside the grave pit, failing to leap out at all.
Bang!
Ying Jiaren fell in too, lying beside him, unable to move.
With his hands behind his back, the youth sighed. "It seems your era is too far removed from mine."
"So far that your bodily structures and the foundations of your cultivation are fundamentally different from ours."
Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren panted heavily, their eyes red.
The youth turned and walked toward the [Glazed Glass River].
The next breath, fishing lines descended from the sky, wrapped around the two of them, and floated them over to the youth's side.
Wind and snow swept across the river, whose waters surged with fish and shrimp swimming within.
Wang Quan glanced at the Glazed Glass River.
The river here was not turbulent, not even wide, much less deep.
Just then, Ying Jiaren suddenly said, "Look, there are great dragons down below."
Wang Quan looked carefully and, sure enough, saw great dragons appearing and disappearing.
Beside them, the youth laughed. "Those great dragons correspond to my major sinews; they are reflections of my major sinews."
Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren were bewildered.
This youth's era was far too distant from theirs.
So distant that none of the Daoist scriptures he currently possessed contained any records of this era.
Thus, he could not understand much of what the youth said.
Major sinews?
Reflections?
What were those?
The youth did not explain either. Pointing at