"Enter!"

Han Zhan made the confirmation without hesitation.

In the next second, the vortex door that seemed impossible to reach suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

Han Zhan’s form transformed into twinkling starlight particles, disappearing inside the door.

"Ah Zhan?" At this moment, the other Contracted Spirit Girls were unable to enter the vortex door like Han Zhan.

They couldn’t see the flow of Spiritual Power, nor the "door" that was so close yet invisible.

In their eyes, everything around was still pitch black.

"Ah Zhan has vanished!"

Xia Youwei was the first to notice something amiss.

Since she was in control of the Joyful Wind enveloping everyone, Han Zhan’s sudden disappearance from within it was something she sensed immediately.

The other Contracted Spirit Girls only reacted after hearing Xia Youwei’s words.

Shang Siteng hurriedly conjured the Nuwa Stone, activating the Heaven’s Origin Power.

A brilliant multicolored light spread in all directions.

After a long pause, she shook her head, "No, the Heaven’s Origin didn’t sense Ah Zhan, nor did it sense any other presence."

There are two possible situations where Heaven’s Origin cannot sense something.

One possibility is that the disparity in Realm between the two sides is too vast for Heaven’s Origin to detect.

The other possibility is that the opponent used a method beyond the sensing capabilities of Heaven’s Origin to make Han Zhan disappear out of thin air.

Regardless of which it is, it is not something Shang Siteng can resolve at the current stage.

"However, I feel there is no need to worry too much."

"This is a place Ah Zhan requested to come himself, and it is related to the World Tree."

"The World Tree has just saved Blue Star; it shouldn’t have any ill intentions towards him."

Upon hearing Shang Siteng’s words, the women finally relaxed a bit.

At this moment, Nuannuan suddenly spoke up: "Just now, I sensed the aura of the River of Time."

"The River of Time?" The other girls paused for a moment.

Having lived with Nuannuan for so long, there was no way they didn’t know what the River of Time was.

"You mean to say, Ah Zhan activated the Flowing Light and Shadow Talent, triggering the aura of the River of Time?"

"No," Nuannuan shook her head, "that River of Time’s aura was too ancient, we didn’t qualify."

Not qualified.

Nuannuan said just moments ago, she didn’t qualify to trigger the River of Time?

How ancient must a River of Time be to make the Kunlun Mirror, known for traversing time and space, say it’s not qualified?

At this moment, everyone exchanged confused and puzzled glances with each other.

...

Starlight particles converged once again.

Han Zhan’s consciousness returned.

When he instinctively looked around, what met his eyes stunned him beyond belief.

Even more so than the image of the World Tree’s resurrection, a hundred times more awe-inspiring.

Where... is this place?

In front of Han Zhan was an endless void.

Here there was no light, no darkness, only an eternally stillness that transcended both.

Fragments of time, like scattered gemstones, quietly floated in the air; each fragment was a miniature of an era, recording stories that had unfolded in the cosmos, past images flowing like water, future scenes flashing like illusions.

Rivers of Time flow from these fragments, traversing the birth and death of stars, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations, eventually merging into this eternal void.

An insight dawned in Han Zhan’s mind:

This is the end of the River of Time!

If that was enough to shock Han Zhan, what he saw next was even more astonishing.

In this boundless void, Han Zhan saw a rust-covered bronze long table standing quietly!

The table seemed to have drifted here from a distant past, its surface covered in the marks of time; each rust mark told an ancient story, each carved pattern seemed to contain obscure and profound mysteries.

Strange items were arranged on the long table.

There were ancient artifacts, emitting a faint glow, as if relics of once-glorious civilizations; a roll of yellowed parchment recorded knowledge long forgotten by mankind; and odd symbols and patterns representing unknown mysteries and powers of the universe.

On either side of the long table, there were four high-backed chairs, with identical seats set to the front and back.

The grayish-blue high-backed chairs, crafted from an unknown material, had backs shimmering and glowing with cosmic colors.

Only now did Han Zhan notice that eight of the high-backed chairs had already been occupied by "beings"!

Calling them people was more like a cluster of extremely indistinct light and shadow.

When Han Zhan suddenly appeared here, they looked at him simultaneously, and in that instant, a thought exploded into a billion fragments in his mind, assailing him instantly, but then his mind suddenly became clear.

At the same time, his light-and-shadow body made of starlight particles moved uncontrollably towards the seat beside the long table!

Ten high-backed chairs, eight already occupied.

Only two were left empty, the foremost and the one closest to it.

The starlight and shadow composed of Han Zhan finally sat on the high-backed chair closest to the foremost one.

At the moment he sat, the originally dim and gray chair back suddenly lit up!

A pattern composed of golden cosmic brilliance, identical to the World Tree, eventually formed on its back.

Seeing this scene, the entities on the other eight high-backed chairs then withdrew their gazes.

Inwardly, Han Zhan let out a sigh of relief.

To appear at such an endpoint of time, to sit with such grandeur on high-backed chairs, even with his toes he could guess their identities were extraordinary.

As a Tier Nine Ultimate, he was the peak combat force on Blue Star, but such a level here might not even compare to Little Kalami.

After all, even using Tier Nine Peak Realm, with full activation of the Kunlun Mirror Flowing Light and Shadow Ability, it wouldn’t be possible to reach the end of the River of Time.

Who are they?

Are they deities?

By what means have I entered here, through that white vortex-shaped "door"?

As Han Zhan’s mind raced wildly, the blurred light and shadow at the end of the bronze long table suddenly spoke.

The moment he spoke, Han Zhan’s head felt like it was going to explode again, with sounds ringing in his ears—sometimes fine, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusionary, sometimes enticing, sometimes rampant, sometimes frenzied.

Although he couldn’t understand the words, not knowing what he was actually saying.

Still, massive amounts of intricate information flooded Han Zhan’s mind, nearly bursting it.

Thankfully, at this moment, a cool stream enveloped him, dissipating the feeling of imminent self-destruction, allowing him to finally comprehend what the other was saying:

"Kalena Nazeiya, Pancuo."

Though the blurred light didn’t move while speaking, Han Zhan could feel its gaze on him.

This sparked an inexplicable thought: "What, am I called Pancuo?"