"Bazhun'an."
Above the river of time, Kong Yuhen said no more, extending his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Is it time?
The hearts of people from the five regions rose to their throats.
The elites make high-level decisions, while the common folk watch and wait for fate to arrive.
If all goes well, a perfect ending is something everyone would be delighted to see.
But, as much as it sounds promising, how exactly the time will be reshaped remains unknown.
The final result also depends on what step Bazhun'an and Kong Yuhen can achieve.
"Just hope it doesn't collapse on the first try..."
"Speaking of which, can the Eight Ancestors still step in, or should it not be Kong Yuhen's turn now?"
Everyone was on their toes and nervous.
Bazhun'an gripped the broken sword Qingju horizontally, raising it towards the Northern Region.
"Buzz!"
A faint sword humming sound was heard.
