His body split into ten thousand figures, drifting through the river of time.
Until today.
He had already condensed 70,000 Dharma Idols, merging them with his body.
Braydon Neal entered seclusion.
After careful consideration, he made a decision: to call back all the banished immortals.
70,000 Dharma Idols had been condensed.
As for the remaining 30,000, it was time to make another choice.
Braydon's physical body sat cross-legged in the northern hall.
He sent out a wisp of his consciousness, entering his small world.
He transformed into a white-robed youth, gazing at the River of Time.
With his hands behind his back, he shouted, "Wake up!"
A long howl echoed, transforming into a rumbling sound wave that reverberated through the entire River of Time.
The majestic river stirred, with waves towering a hundred meters high.
