Without paying heed to Empyrean Kong shi's envy, at this moment, Zhang Xuan's mind was immersed in the Suspended Realm, looking at the fantastical scene before him with disbelief.
The juncture where the Suspended Realm connected with the Source World looked like a place of chaos, where eight long rivers stood tall in eight directions of the world, resembling silver galaxies descending from the heavens.
The Youqing Destiny stood staunchly in the very center, like emperors seated in the heart of all, with countless fine threads extending into the eight rivers, dense and intricate like a spider's web.
"What is this?"
Jolted in his heart, the vista before his eyes faded, and upon looking up again, the spot where the rivers had appeared was empty, with nothing but darkness.
"Could it be... this is my River of Destiny?"
Zhang Xuan was curious.
