Everything indeed unfolded as expected.
"The Map of Mountains and Rivers, after all, is a section of reality conjured up—even though everything within it will come true in reality."
"But fictional, is fictional."
A gigantic head emerged from the river of time—to be precise, it was the false, fictional river of time,
Though false, fictional, yet it was identical to the real river of years, recreated by Zhang Fusheng based on what he had once seen,
As expected, the Map of Mountains and Rivers recognized it as 'reality'.
"You simply lack the power to wield that treasure."
In the horror-stricken gaze of the person in black robes, the enormous head surfaced from the river of time and spoke in a deep voice:
"You merely have the most rudimentary ability to activate the Map of Mountains and Rivers, so being able to influence this Supreme Treasure, is by no means limited to you."
The rumbling sounds echoed above the illusory river of time,
