The golden Sun brimmed with the aura of flame-flame at its ultimate extreme, fiercer and mightier than the countless kinds of fire before it, as though it were the king of all flames.
And as the radiant Golden Sun rose, a golden-red "Sun" sank into the River of Time and vanished without a trace.
The golden Sun seemed both real and illusory, a true imprint representing the rise of an Emperor.
Under the scouring of the River of Time, the illusory Sun's light and shadow gradually solidified, until a Sun anchored itself upon the River of Time and began to blaze with light, bobbing ceaselessly.
And for the first time, Jiang Yang stood briefly within the Space-Time River through his own strength.
This was different from when his mind had entered the Sun and experienced its perspective across hundreds of millions of years.
That had been more a reading of the ancient Sun's memories.
This time.
He could briefly see a great deal.
For instance.
The events that had already occurred along the line of time he occupied.
He could see, not long ago.
Within the Immortal Realm, he and the Pure Yang Dao Lord had fought high in the heavens, evenly matched, battling to the point of madness.
He saw how, decades ago, he had arrived in the Immortal Realm, first fighting the gathered Immortals, then waging a great battle against Ananda, until Ananda broke through.
His name as an Immortal Emperor had resounded throughout the cosmos.
He saw how, thousands of years ago, he had reached the Azure Cloud Realm, repaired the great formation, and ascended to the Immortal Realm.
After his vision extended infinitely.
He saw that between a starting point infinitely approaching "0" and an endpoint infinitely approaching "1" lay countless different timelines and many intersecting