After giving up on that question, Zhou Chen thought of another one.
'How did I travel through time?'
When he first arrived in the year 174, he had been hit with a sensation a hundred times worse than motion sickness, like being thrashed by turbulent ocean currents... No, to be more precise, 'time turbulence?'
'The Blood Race and the Crimson Sect have emerged in both time periods. Maybe my time travel was their fault... Could it be that a battle between their Tier Five experts reached the edge of the Cosmos, grinding away the Great Dao itself? Did the powerful aura and Energy fluctuations of a Crowned King then resonate between two points in time, tearing a hole in space and time? And was I just the unlucky bastard who got caught in its pull and fell into the Time Tunnel?'
Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow. 'The idea seems far-fetched, but it's not impossible. Stranger things have happened in this World...'
