As he spoke, his form became increasingly insubstantial, eventually transforming back into an Imperial Pattern that fell into Su He's hand.
Upon careful contemplation, this Imperial Pattern seemed to faintly connect to time immemorial, with the spacetime passage slightly intercepted by the Tian Emperor, intending for him to send the Xuan Bird back?
Su He clasped his hands tightly and began to laugh.
Good!
Very good!
Feeling in quite a pleasant mood, Su He raised his hand and grasped, a power of time coalescing into reins.
"Giddy-up!" Su He shouted exuberantly. The white horse beneath him neighed and was just about to gallop before transforming into a large cauldron. Under the cauldron, the hearth roared with flames, while the water within boiled.
With a plop, Su He fell into the boiling cauldron.
Su He...
The shape of the time river has never been fixed, but it always seemed like this fellow did it on purpose this time.
