A smear of blood dyed the shadow of the bell, drawn forward against the River of Time by an unknown force.
The mighty river roared, its waves crashing against the banks, creating blossoms of spray, but they could not hinder the passage of the bell's shadow.
The shadow of the Chaos Bell moved at an unbelievably fast speed, in the blink of an eye it had traversed era after era.
Eventually, it arrived at the end of the Taiji Era, and from within the bell's shadow, two blurry figures emerged.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, looking upon the silver mist that seemed like a dam, its vapor spreading without visible end—a region even more extensive than the River of Time.
Moreover, the aura emanating from the silver dam caused both Liang Hui and 'Future Liang Hui' to furrow their brows.
Danger!
Extreme danger!
"Is this the annihilation of Taoism Principle? No wonder even the Great Luo must fall."
Liang Hui sighed heavily.
