"Follow me."
Erosion Sun Rain did not say more, gesturing with his hand.
He led Yan Feng through the Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land, traversed all the way to a secret Great Realm, and then arrived at mountain peaks heavily sealed with arrays.
Opening the array, Erosion Sun Rain led Yan Feng to tens of thousands of feet deep underground, stopping before a Cold Pond.
The pond's waters were deep and exuded faint starlight.
"This pond holds the essence of space-time, capable of reflecting the past and future. With your cultivation and mine, we can observe dramatic changes in space-time."
Erosion Sun Rain took a deep breath and reached out to touch the Cold Pond.
The water rippled without wind, churning into a vortex, reflecting an illusory scene atop the River of Space-Time.
A familiar figure, seated cross-legged, entered Yan Feng's line of sight.
