This was Han Zhan's fourth time entering the end of the River of Time.
The scenery was unchanged from the previous three entries.
Time stood still here.
Only the Bronze Long Table and the light and shadow of the Creator God beside it proved that this was not a frozen image.
The holy golden radiance emitted from the vague light and shadow stirred a feeling of worship.
The Creator God... oh, Creator God...
Han Zhan looked at the scene before him and thought of those doomsday shadows he had seen, letting out a cold snort in his heart.
Dawn had shown him five images in total,
five scenes of the extinction of Star Domains, deeply etched in his mind.
At this moment, they also noticed Han Zhan, and another Creator God greeted him:
"Pangu, you're late this time."
Eight of the ten seats beside the Bronze Long Table were already occupied, indeed he was late.
Han Zhan opened his mouth, just about to say something, when another Creator God spoke for him:
