In the Quantum Spirit Realm of the New Era, the concepts of time and space have already become blurred.
Ye Qingzhou opened his eyes and found himself standing on an endless silver ocean, with countless intertwining rivers of time beneath his feet, each ripple reflecting different fragments of the universe.
"Awake?"
A familiar voice came, and Ye Qingzhou turned his head to see Cyan Emperor Fuxi standing not far away, his cyan robe fluttering, with the illusory shadow of Jian Wood rooting into the void, its branches flowing with the radiance of countless stars.
Beside the Cyan Emperor, the Emperor Slayer stood with his hands behind his back. His scarlet eyes contained less of their usual ferocity and more depth.
"In the end, you won this round."
