Ten days later.
The moon hangs high.
Its silvery light pours down.
Over Li Shui Lake.
A gentle breeze stirs, creating ripples of silver scales.
By the lakeside, a figure sits cross-legged, eyes slightly closed.
This person is Jiang Ning.
At this moment, the phantom of the River of Time around him appears more solid.
The river flows, making a rushing sound.
Golden sand particles blend into the water, dazzling like stars.
Encircled by the river phantom, with the reflection of golden sand, he appears divine.
Within the river, countless True Spirit Lights converge upon him, madly swarming into his forehead.
Each influx of True Spirit Light causes his Spirit Platform and Primordial Spirit to tremble slightly, while the Chaos Seed deep within his Primordial Spirit emanates a hazy brilliance.
From the roots and stems, radiant splendor flows, ever shifting.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
In the endless river.
Muddy waters ceaselessly surge.
