Song Ciwan was enveloped by the torrent, and she did not resist.
She saw—
In that instant, her divine eyes opened and her Spiritual Sense flared wide. As the torrent of fragments enveloped her, she saw it clearly: a cylindrical, throbbing object, like a counterweight, spinning and floating in the distant, starry sky.
The entire torrent of fragments originated from it!
It was a torrent composed of countless bizarre, kaleidoscopic images that carried the very essence of the river of time. They were—they were clearly scenes of past events, episodes from a distant age!
But the images spun by too quickly. Under normal circumstances, it would be virtually impossible for anyone to see them clearly.
No, even a Celestial Pride of Du Xingheng's caliber would be unable to discern what those flitting images depicted.
