This river will also nurture new droplets.
Looking back, the events of distant times are right before your eyes, while further away is the vast chaos, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.
Looking forward, the path ahead is completely severed, over a dozen majestic figures stand at the end of time, gazing at him like gods.
"Fellow Daoist... you're here…" An aged voice sounded.
Zhang Kui turned his head, only to see an old man in a Taoist robe sitting cross-legged by this strange river, his figure illusory like foam, appearing and disappearing.
"Emperor Venerable?" Zhang Kui narrowed his eyes.
The state of this elder seemed peculiar, as if it was merely a lingering resentment.
"Master…" Luo Changsheng appeared at the same time, his eyes complex.
The Emperor Venerable seemed unable to see Luo Changsheng, only staring vacantly at Zhang Kui: "I failed, they are utterly invincible, everything is under control, it's not just me who failed, they are invincible, invincible…"
