The River of Time flowed magnificently.
From the distant past, it flowed toward the endless future.
In the River of Time, Tenth Rank beings barely counted as small fish and shrimp.
They were only slightly better than "intermediates."
Beings of the Eleventh Rank could be considered big fish.
Some especially unique existences within the Eleventh Rank exhibited forms in the River of Time that could be described as colossal, covering a substantial part of the riverbed.
"Am I also considered a big fish now?"
Lin Yuan examined himself, though he was only a Tenth Rank Life.
But his foundation was so robust that, reflected within the River of Time, he was fully comparable to those Eleventh-Rank Lives.
"I wonder what my size will be like in the River of Time when I step into the Eleventh Rank, or even the peak of the Eleventh Rank?"
Lin Yuan silently pondered.
The forms of all beings reflected in the river depended solely on the essence of life.
