Constantly tracing back the River of Time, until arriving at the era where the ripples originated.
At this moment, the heavens and earth have parted, the earth not yet formed, the oceans uncreated.
As far as the eye can see, there is only eternal void and endless solitude.
Yet in this era of utter nothingness, a figure from the future seemed to emerge, half-real, half-illusory.
The figure donned a red Fur Robe, holding a bronze square vessel.
His crimson skin resembled fire, with a Celestial Eye at his brow, perceiving the universe.
Who else could this be but Li Boyang?
Almost simultaneously, a similar shadow reflected in the void.
"I lost, and quite utterly at that."
Despite bearing Li Boyang's visage, the voice of the Ancient God was exceptionally gentle.
He is the embodiment of water, water that nurtures all, flowing with or against.
Even though the other is the Tao Ancestor, the Ancient God can replicate all of him in this era.
