Zhang Fusheng stood in the void world, holding the Contract:
"And you? What exactly are you?"
"Logically speaking, this world approaches the Tao Fruit because of Meng Ahnan, so at most, it can only be traced back to this point in time... but the Tao Fruit does not adhere to logic."
Talking to himself,
Zhang Fusheng held the Contract, tracing the years again!
Then!
Beyond the concept of the river of time, beyond the essence of time owned by the Supremes, time was traced back once again!
A year, a year, and another year.
At this moment.
It's the era when Zhang Fusheng was just born—he had already come to this time many times,
but the difference is that in this era, even the Celestial Emperor, Eastern Emperor, and others do not yet know him, and the scheming of the Three Pristine Ones has just begun....
"Can we go further back?"
Zhang Fusheng murmured, holding the Contract, closing his eyes.
