The enormous blue eye remained suspended in the boundless darkness.
Countless principles of Time flowed across its surface, illuminating fragments of the endless River of Time that even Tian Yongheng could not begin to comprehend.
For a moment, it seemed to be contemplating something.
Then, that vast voice rang out once again, carrying a faint trace of interest.
"You also carry the Providence of that one, how interesting. Could it be that you are the arrangement left behind by that person?"
The moment those words entered his consciousness, Tian Yongheng's mind went blank.
That one?
An arrangement?
Whose Providence did he carry?
He had never heard the being before him speak in such a manner, yet the implications behind those few words were enough to send countless thoughts racing through his mind.
Then, a name suddenly emerged from the depths of his memories.
The Divine Sovereign!
Tian Yongheng's pupils contracted violently.
