1122 The Heavens Collapsed

In the vast darkness, an illusory long river rumbled forward, penetrating the past and the future eternally as the nodes of its tributaries evolved slowly but steadily. Meng Qi was covered by the light of the Seven-Kill Tablet, causing the Principle of Karma and his Nirvana characteristics to erupt. He could deeply feel himself right in this river of time and destiny, and right at that node.

Looking into the future, there were countless tributaries. They were unclear and he could only vaguely see one or two of them. Looking back at the past, all kinds of images were presented. Bits and pieces of himself, others and the ancients were uncountable and vast like the starry sky. If Meng Qi were to fill them all into his brain, he would explode immediately and a mighty person like him also wouldn't be spared.