The Ninefold Supreme Jade Steps trembled slightly, pulling Lu Xuan and anchoring him above the River of Time, preventing him from falling directly into the Ancient Spring and Autumn Years.
Lu Xuan sat cross-legged in the void, gazing down at the vast, turbulent river that coiled with the various mysteries of time. His gaze was profound to the extreme.
He looked toward the immense chasm downstream in the river. Only now, with the might of eight hundred trends empowering him, could he barely make out a few blurry scenes.
Countless pavilions and towers tumbled from the sky amid billowing dust. The Nine Nether and Yellow Springs ceased to flow, the bridges that carried departed souls crumbled, and a Heaven-Reaching Divine Mountain collapsed, its rolling debris like a tide.
Four square Bronze Fragments appeared in Lu Xuan's hand. He picked out the one connected to time and rubbed it gently, his expression deep and mysterious.
