"Regarding the origins of the Martial Ancestor, I have always speculated, but have never been able to investigate. Martial Ancestor, please rest assured, I will not commit such impudence in the future," said He Yuan.
Following that, He Yuan sat down cross-legged.
"Among the heavens, there are still some mysteries. If the Martial Ancestor is willing, you can come with me to take a look!"
Immediately, under everyone's gaze, subtle changes occurred in He Yuan's body.
A river continuously meandered and flowed around him.
The river water seemed to be filled with a peculiar power, capable of drawing one's mind.
Upon closer inspection, within the river water, scenes were flowing.
There was the lifespan of a young man to an old man, the rise and fall of a strong warrior, the emergence and decay of mighty forces, from existence to oblivion.
Even the beginning and end of a world were recorded.
This river was precisely the River of Time.
