Between breaths, he gazed upon ancient history, his heart and mind experience dramatically soaring, yet he remained unwavering.
As the waters of the river of space-time submerged over his head, Chu Zheng made no hesitation, abandoned Heavenly Fate, and let go of everything.
Physical body, cultivation, Heavenly Fate, all became void.
But he felt no pain, leaving only a thread of divine sense, carrying Song Lingxue's soul light, resembling a dragon carp leaping in the river, frantically fleeing towards the boundless void above the river of space-time.
In this instant, Zheng Chu, completely submerged by the waters of the river of space-time, slowly opened his eyes.
He slightly raised his head, watching the tender soul light above him as it drifted further away, the complexity in his eyes deepening.
