That thing was flowing, yet it flowed extremely slowly.
"The river of time."
"No, or rather, a projected segment captured from the river of time."
"This Spirit Mountain..."
Zhao Fu looked toward that long river.
In an instant, his mind went blank once more.
Countless fragmented memories surged from within the river of time.
Zhao Fu's pupils suddenly lost focus as a large amount of broken soul fragments erupted from the back of his head.
In the segments within the river of memory.
A vast starry sky fleet.
The majestic Western Spirit Mountain.
A kingdom of immortals with endless territories.
The Supreme Sect controlling countless worlds.
And the one who shattered everything, attempting to reach the other shore.
"Ancient Celestial Venerable!"
"Ah————————"
In an instant, Zhao Fu's mind completely shattered.
More than half of it went dim, entering self-repair.
But Zhao Fu's eyes regained spirit.
That spirit came from the sword.
The secondary personality, Sword Zealot.
