Meanwhile, in a place unknown to the heavens and earth.
This place was devoid of time and space. There was no distinction between past, present, and future, nor was there any concept of distance by which one could measure the vastness of this place.
It was an existence that could not be described through ordinary words, a region that seemed to lie beyond the boundaries of everything Tian Yongheng had ever understood.
And within this boundless nothingness, a river flowed.
Its surface was illusory, yet incomparably real.
Countless fragments of existence drifted within its waters, appearing and disappearing with every ripple.
Some resembled entire worlds, while others were nothing more than fleeting images of people, events, or possibilities that had never come to pass.
There were scenes of birth and death, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the countless choices that determined the trajectory of existence.
