The waves rolled in by the River of Space-Time brought a sensation to Chu Zheng, not of pressure, but of tearing, even assimilation.
Chaotic and shattered fragments of time, nearly endless, no longer were mere reflections of light in the waves but transformed into the sharpest blades of space-time.
Relentless cutting, tearing at Chu Zheng's pure Divine Sense, each Space-Time Fragment carrying echoes of an era, the lamentations of many Great Realms, capable of obliterating the Divine Soul.
An indescribable pain endlessly traveled from his Divine Sense, seemingly erasing his very existence.
Going against the current means that Chu Zheng must endure the massive inertia of the timeline of the entire Great Universe surging toward the future, this force constantly washes over his Divine Sense, trying to erase his memories and turn him into a blank slate.
If completely assimilated by the River of Space-Time, he would eventually be forced to drift with the tide.
