Amid the churning waves of the golden-silver sea, the Bottle of Time from Xu Qing's memories materialized.
The seemingly ordinary little bottle now exuded an aura of primordial antiquity—so ancient, so decayed, that even the tracing power of wishes struggled to fully reveal its origins.
Even with the enhancement of Xu Qing's Ordinance Law, allowing time and space to flow around the bottle, the most it could achieve was… a faint relief carving appearing on its surface.
The engraved lines seemed alive, intertwining and twisting until they vaguely formed a sphere.
It rotated, emitting a breath of life.
"That's… a star?"
Xu Qing's pupils contracted.
As the star turned, beams of light suddenly erupted, spreading across the entire bottle.
Xu Qing's eyes narrowed further, his gaze sharpening—but before he could examine it closely, a shrill scream from the Mother River's Lord God shattered the vision.
