At this moment.
Jiang Hui suddenly lifted his head slightly.
Looking up into the sky above the Immortal Domain.
To the naked eye, there appeared to be no change; everything was merely the aftermath of the grand battle between several Quasi-Immortal Emperors. Dust shrouded all directions, mountains collapsed, and the vast land was littered with falling stars like the end of the world.
However, in Jiang Hui's eyes, the scene was more than just that.
His gaze was deep and boundless, penetrating through the long stretch of time, and finally settled on a corner at the end of the river of years, glimpsing a scene not even Shi Hao or Ye Fan could probe into at the moment.
There, the mists were thick, with a hazy feeling that covered everything.
At that moment, it seemed a strong wind blew upon the river of time, the once impenetrable fog was stirred, revealing the silhouette of a figure seated on the grand azure dais, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
