He was dressed in black, wearing a black mask, and exuded an icy aura.

"A place of time that connects the present, past, and future."

"Countless heroes."

There are countless branches going down, but with his current time, authority and strength, he can't see clearly.

Going up, there is only one source, but there is a heavy pressure rushing towards you, making you suffocating.

Heidao's expression did not change. He lifted his foot against the oncoming pressure and slowly lowered it.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked slowly but unswervingly upstream.

He did not step into the river of time, but just walked along the river bank, staring at the turbulent river surface without moving away for a moment.

"First place."

The vast projection of the Immortal Legion emerged from the distant sky. The black knife backed the legion and gathered the power of all the heroic spirits to salvage a phantom from the edge of the river.

This is not a true resurrection.

Black Knife doesn't dare to step into the river of time, how can he dare to tamper with the timeline and resurrect a certain figure in history.

The phantoms he salvaged were not even remnant souls, but merely the marks left by some great figures in historical time and space.

Marks have no power, but in the Immortal Legion, marks have infinite possibilities.

The mark submerged into the immortal legion in the sky, and vaguely transformed into a human figure. He wore a crown and exuded majesty in his movements.

Black Knife continued to go up the river, stopping and going, occasionally salvaging one mark after another.

He stopped from time to time, letting out a low gasp from under his mask, but after taking a short break, Black Knife continued to move forward.

No, there is no break.

Under the pressure of time, his body will become tired and stressed. Sometimes he needs to relax for a while, so Black Knife will close his eyes and meditate on the rules, or rehearse the formation of a simulated legion in his mind.

Of course it is impossible to rest. There is no such word in Black Knife's dictionary.

He tore it off.

For a moment, he continued walking and salvaging, repeating the same actions in this special place where there was no sunrise or sunset, like a tired puppet.

It's like time is stuck in reincarnation, unchanged.

Only, the projection of the immortal legion hanging high in the sky gradually filled up.

That is the power gathered by heroes from the past, one era after another. They will continue to leave their own legends in this era.

At the same time, Blue Star.

The great blue star rotates around the edge of the strange world, spreading the vast power of the world.

It is already the most dazzling world outside the mysterious world.

The vast wall of the world seems to stretch endlessly, exuding a power that makes even the ancients awe.

In Blue Star, more and more cities are being built, and traces of non-human beings can even be seen on some new continents.

A pair of eyes overlooking everything inside the Blue Star, gentle and gratifying, but also curious, curious about everything.

She is everywhere.

She is great and ethereal.

Vast consciousness floated in the sky above the Blue Star, and finally gathered into a human figure in front of Fang You.

"Blue Star's matter..."

"Oasis...the great will sleeping in the mysterious world..."

"Leave it to me~"

The figure dispersed with a bang, but it was still everywhere, like a ball of air or a cat, rubbing his shoulder affectionately.

Fang You looked at the Blue Star, then at An Jianyou, Heidao and others, and finally cast his sights on the river of time.

"There's still a little time left, so I should do my thing."

He summoned the Time Pavilion, steered the small boat, plunged into the vast river of time, and sailed rapidly upstream.

Hua Hua——

Hua Hua——

In the river of time, time has lost its meaning.

There is no sun and moon here, no spring and autumn, and the surrounding scenery is the same waves.

However, as it continued to swim upstream, the already rapid river became more and more turbulent, containing great murderous intent, causing the Time Pavilion to occasionally sway.

He has entered and exited the river of time many times, traveled to multiple time and space nodes, and left behind a vague legend.

He is very familiar with this place.

But it's not that familiar either.

At least, he has never reached such an upstream position.

He didn't want to find the end of the river of time. He didn't have enough strength. He just wanted to trace back to find the moment when the evil god came.

There are many questions that can only be answered by seeing them with your own eyes.

He controlled the Time Pavilion and shuttled resolutely against the waves.

It seemed as if he had been going against the current for hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years. Unconsciously, his temples turned slightly gray, filled with the vicissitudes of time.

Buzz——

Fang You was shocked.

The surging waves of time suddenly disappeared.

The river of time has become strangely calm.

"No, no, it's not calm!"

He widened his eyes and stared into the distance, feeling an unstoppable wave in his heart.

The vast, great, and endless river of time was actually before his eyes...

Broken!

The history further away is still flowing. It was the real era of gods before the evil god came.

And under his feet is the beginning of the mysterious world after the arrival of the evil god.

What about the middle?

What about that history that countless ancients cannot explain clearly?
Chapter completed!