Shen Luo's figure flickered, dodging a blow from the Light of Destruction. His right hand shot out a white light, which once again disappeared into the White River.
Chiyou's earlier guess was not wrong. At this moment, he indeed relied on the power of the jade pillow to summon versions of himself from the River of Time, boosting his cultivation.
With only the middle stage strength of the Supreme Heavenly Monarch, he might not be able to defeat Chiyou; he needed a more powerful version of himself.
The versions Shen Luo summoned just now were of his past self. He now turned his aim towards the future, causing the White River to hum and tremble suddenly, and the surrounding void swayed violently.
He was overjoyed, struggling to pull something out with his right hand.
"Don't even think about it!"
