An empty dream through the ages, a fleeting moment like fireworks, in that instant of confusion, Ye Xuan felt as if he did not exist. He didn't know who he was, nor did he understand the purpose of his existence.
Crash, crash, crash!
The tides of time surged violently, and Ye Xuan walked aimlessly in the waves of time, nearly losing himself in the River of Time.
Time is like a blade, erasing all things. In the past, present, and future, everything became illusory. This inexplicable order of space-time almost wiped out Ye Xuan in the River of Time.
Who was I once?
Who am I now?
Who will I be in the future?
Gaze upon my past self, recite my present self, and look towards my future self!
In the River of Time, Ye Xuan struggled with every step. His thoughts were in extreme chaos, and his steps had begun to slow as the tides of time roared and crashed upon him, dragging him into the waters of time.
"No!"
