The River of Time surged on in boundless grandeur, flowing from the past toward the future.
For all its vastness, the Long River had no sound of roaring waters. Its rippling, glittering surface was the highest dimension.
Countless timelines formed countless mighty, surging Rivers of Time.
They intertwined with one another or branched off in all directions.
Every being capable of standing upon the River of Time was a supreme powerhouse of the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens.
They stood in different ages, radiating unimaginably formidable auras.
For instance, in the nearest stretch upstream along the River of Time, when Jiang Yang had broken through earlier, he had seen a Precept Blade formed of lightning floating upon the River of Time. Its aura was incredibly familiar to him.
It was none other than Ananda, who had attained the Dao decades ago. Jiang Yang felt it was only natural that Ananda could stand upon this River of Time.
Farther back, imprints at the level of an Eight Steps Dao Lord, such as the Dark Spear, the Verdant Forest, the Curtain of the Night Sky, and the Starlit Vista, rose and fell upon the Space-Time River.
Moreover, across different space-time lines,
some imprints were the same, while others differed.
None of these were what had shocked Jiang Yang or even stirred boundless turmoil in his heart.
It was in the instant he looked up before leaving the River of Time that he saw five incomparably towering, radiant figures standing above countless Rivers of Time.
They seemed like the masters of endless space-time, the immortal kings of the ages.
The auras they radiated seemed vaster than the known universe, enough to crush the River of Time and shatter the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens.
They existed in the past and the future, at