Xu Zhou looked at the river beneath his feet. If this wasn't the river of time, then what was it?
Also, that dark finger he just saw, did it happen in the past, the present, or the future?
He hadn't had time to see the appearance of Blue Star just now. At this moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the past or the future.
As Xu Zhou pondered, he suddenly noticed a figure ahead.
The person wore a golden dragon robe, a purple-gold crown on their head, exuding extraordinary charisma, an awe-inspiring presence, walking against the river toward Xu Zhou.
Xu Zhou squinted to see, but found he couldn't discern the person's appearance.
The golden-robed man's figure was majestic, his aura pressing down on the river underneath, step by step becoming clearer, like a supreme being resurrecting.
As he walked forward, the river trembled as if it was about to shatter.
Xu Zhou watched this scene, his heart and mind shaken.
