Beyond the Space-Time Battlefield, in a dimension that ordinary living creatures cannot perceive or reach.
An endless, ceaselessly flowing river spans the universe, with its waters composed of countless shattered fragments of time, each droplet a reflection of a past era.
At this moment, atop the river, more than a dozen blurry figures sit cross-legged. Most of their forms are not composed of real flesh and blood but are projections formed by the Space-Time Law, with auras either deep as the sea, blazing as the sun, or elusive as smoke, all exuding supreme majesty.
The Ancient Ancestors of each major Ancient Clan descend in spirit here, overlooking that independently demarcated area below, where endless blood battles are unfolding on the Space-Time Battlefield.
Their gazes penetrate layers of spatial barriers, dispassionately watching everything within the battlefield.
