Under the World Tree, Old Man Wuya sat there motionless. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through all of history.
Sixteen rivers of chaos surrounded the ancient tree. The roots of the World Tree ran through the sixteen rivers of chaos. Every universe era had countless experts relying on the roots of the ancient tree to save their lives.
Whether they lived or died, whether they could escape the calamity, all depended on old man boundless’s thoughts.
They were only seventeen years old when they were born, and a universe was a year.
This was old man boundless.
It was his seventeenth year, and the vicissitudes of history were just images to him. The joys and sorrows of countless lives were just the clamor of the tiny specks of life.
All he cared about was himself.
