The River of Time flowed endlessly as moments slipped away.
Chen Feng stood before the vast expanse, sword box in hand, his gaze calm and steady as he faced the angelic army relentlessly bombarding the temporal stream.
Gu Lan had warned him time and again—don't act recklessly, don't let anger cloud your judgment. Survival was the ultimate truth.
In a world where only life and death truly mattered, Chen Feng had agreed wholeheartedly. With his talent and fortune, as long as he stayed patient, the day would come when he could rise again and crush every foe who had once humiliated him.
But not today.
"Master, I think I've found something worth protecting!" Chen Feng declared, planting the sword box firmly in front of him. Dressed in black, he looked resolute in the wind. Though he was only at the Imperial Realm, his imposing aura caught the attention of the Divine Realm experts present.