Ouyang gazed into the endless void. In his daze, he seemed to have returned to his first life.
He had existed as "Life," one of the only two forces in this world.
After the Three Ancestors' World-Opening, he had wandered through this world.
Because of his existence, living things had begun to appear throughout heaven and earth.
From weak to strong, from a single kind to countless varieties.
More and more living beings filled heaven and earth, and as "Life," he was sincerely delighted.
Only with all living things between heaven and earth had the world truly come alive.
And it was precisely because of these living beings that the River of Time could flow.
Standing at the source of the River of Time and gazing into the distance, he felt something utterly wondrous well up in his heart.
He seemed like a creator, quietly watching the River of Time, formed by all the living beings he had created, rush into the distance.
From trickles to streams, from streams to rivers.
Until they formed a mighty river flowing through the void!
Some living beings grew excessively powerful, causing the river's current to slow sharply.
These beings went from leading all living things in their onward rush to becoming parasites that dragged them back and brought the river to a halt.
When the river began to slow and fall into deathly stillness, that was the end of this River of Time.
This world died without a sound, and its death came without warning.
Ouyang stood at the source of the river of the world, gazing as far as he could. At the river's end stood the existence that was his complete opposite: "Death."
Ouyang, who had always regarded this River of Time from an observer's perspective, seemed to suddenly acquire the