At this moment, Su Tu found himself in a mysterious state, where countless scenes were swiftly emerging, from the distant past to the endless future.
Past and future, the two ends of fate and causality were constantly intertwining in his eyes.
It seemed that the traces of Martial God had been erased, becoming a kind of switch that allowed him to enter this mysterious state.
Rustle!!!
Then, the world before Su Tu's eyes was divided into past, present, and future.
In the world of the past, Su Zhou and little Xue Yue stood on the Immortal Ship, behind them were numerous sleeping children.
The two seemed to be communicating with some presence, a presence mostly shrouded in shadows, its features indistinct, but to which little Xue Yue and Su Zhou showed the utmost respect.
The world of the future, however, was a void, with twisted rules surging and a mysterious Dao devouring everything, all vitality erased.
