That was the life of this little beast. One could vaguely see the upstream of its river of time, where countless images revealed the clear past of this little creature.
But downstream along its river of time, everything was indistinct and chaotic, as if countless images were constantly changing, yet seemingly nothing existed at all.
This is the characteristic of the river of time, the future is unpredictable and not singular.
The pupil in Qiuqiu's vertical eyes, narrow like a long needle, resembled a deep abyss that swallowed everything. At this moment, it exuded divine coldness and infinite majesty, rapidly unleashing a formidable power of the time system.
The next moment, the body of the unsuspecting little beast suddenly froze.
Under the deliberately manifested trace of power from Qiuqiu, all beings present could clearly see that at the moment of Qiuqiu's explosion, the river of time belonging to that little beast lost its downstream.
