Time surged like a tide, gently reverberating within the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Occasionally, spray splashed up, startling all the seats into changing color.
Could this be... the river of time??
Most of the seats had never encountered the river of time, but Miss Mingyue of the eight seats was different,
Having followed beside Master Zhen Yuanzi, she had often gazed at the flow of time.
Indeed, it was the river of time.
A look of alarm appeared on Miss Mingyue's face, although she had long been trapped between the Two Realms Mountain, trapped within Little Stone Mountain,
In those thousand years, she and Qingfeng had communicated and moved the master, learning many things from him,
For example, the Celestial Emperor who is suppressed above the river of time, blocking all creatures from crossing time!
But why can the True Man so easily stir the river of time?
The True Man is not the Taiqing Tao Ancestor...
Just as the seats were puzzled and uncertain.
