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As if in a trance,
Lin Yuan opened his eyes.
"Is this death?"
Scenes from stepping into the space-time rift emerged in Lin Yuan's mind.
It was an endless and chaotic flow of space.
Without color, without direction.
Before Lin Yuan could react, his body began to collapse.
The Taiji Field, his physical form, consciousness, soul, and everything else.
All collapsing.
"Lucky I didn't go in twenty years ago, otherwise what a waste of time that would've been."
Lin Yuan thought to himself.
From the first glimpse of the space-time rift, Lin Yuan felt an extreme sense of danger.
So he decided to leave decisively.
He spent those twenty years continuing to travel the world.
Seeking enlightenment along the way, and incidentally solving several disasters for the Greater Yan Dynasty,
training several Martial Gods and firmly establishing the Liu family's reign.
"How exactly did that Ancient Godly Being from ten thousand years ago leave?"
Lin Yuan wondered slightly.