"Aaaah! Fuck!"
The weightless sensation of falling from a great height made Ouyang scream in spite of himself.
The two plummeted one after the other toward the magnificent River of Time below, like two falling meteors.
Yet the River of Time before them still seemed unable to accept these two beings who represented the power of the ultimate.
Once Ouyang pulled "Death" down from the Void, it meant that within this River of Time, life and death were merely its normal states.
They could no longer possess consciousness, and in this River of Time, where everything now left traces to follow, neither of the two could be found.
To the River of Time, the two who possessed the powers of "life" and "death" were almost the same kind of existence as the river itself.
And when, through Ouyang's final scheme, the powers of life and death pulled "Death" into the River of Time, the river gained absolute autonomy.
The two could observe every timeline within the River of Time, but could never become part of them.
Ouyang and the living beings in the River of Time before him seemed to exist in two different dimensions.
But this was still far better than being trapped in that little cage where he could not even straighten his back.
The two landed beside the River of Time. Suspended in the air alongside it, they gazed at the magnificent river before them, examining at close range this River of Time formed from countless converging timelines.
Ouyang could hardly wait to see what great things those brats of his had done after he left.
But as he looked closer, his expression shifted from nostalgia to astonishment, and finally to a deep frown.
Indeed, just as he had planned, those brats on his mountain were each