But within the vortex of light and shadow that Ji Jue had shrunk into, Mercury's figure remained unshaken.
Across the torrent of four hundred years, she calmly watched Ji Jue depart.
Gradually dimming, gradually blurring.
Behind her, the magnificent form of the Ten Thousand Hands, Ten Thousand Eyes, and Ten Thousand Wings Saint burned silently like a candle, casting a faint glow toward Ji Jue's location four hundred years later.
It also illuminated the "light boat" between them, drifting downstream from the chaos.
Just like a thread from the past falling toward the distant future.
It was a blurred shadow.
Like a bird, yet seemingly a little girl.
She was constantly waving, jumping, swinging her arms frantically, trying to signal something to Ji Jue.
Wanting to shout, wanting to...
Make a warning!
Warning?
But what was she trying to warn herself about?
