The Sea of Time entered his body, but Xu Zimei didn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, his own power overflowed, actually aiding his growth.
"Time is irreversible, irreversible indeed!"
A gentle sigh was heard beside his ears.
Xu Zimei tried to trace the source of the voice, only to find it was right in front of him.
While the Sea of Time was pouring into his body, on the other side, it condensed into a figure, appearing beside him.
An elderly man with a hunched posture, withered white hair, completely devoid of any blood vitality, as if time had flowed past, leaving behind a lifeless mummy.
The old man raised his head and said, "I am the God of Time. Congratulations on obtaining my legacy, latecomer."
"God of Time, does your consciousness still exist?" Xu Zimei asked, surprised.
Considering the consciousness born from the Sea of Time, Xu Zimei believed the God of Time had already died.
Unexpectedly, the consciousness of the God of Time was still preserved.
