Zhao Yi's hand was enveloped by the Power of Time, and then slowly attracted to the River of Time ahead.

It was a feeling of common roots and origins; his Power of Time had been comprehended through the River of Time.

Looking at this River of Time, Zhao Yi felt a sense of unreality.

Because just as he was about to begin taming it, various images suddenly appeared above.

The River of Time before him, though static in position, had its waters constantly flowing within.

The surface of the water glinted faintly, like countless twinkling diamonds leaping on the riverbed.

Suddenly, scenes appeared above, depicting a rootless, sourceless river appearing in the mountains, flanked by lush trees that bloom in sunlight, turning the leaves at their branches a pale yellow. Occasionally, a few swallows danced on the branches, as if bringing the river notes of life.

The River of Time lingered there that day, spring passing to the east, year after year.

He didn't know how long had passed, but beside Zhao Yi, strange sights from within the River of Time began to manifest.

The trees seemed to grow right beside him, golden sunlight cascading overhead, the wind rustling, alarming the birds, sending them fluttering from the forest.

Zhao Yi closed his eyes, feeling like he was this River of Time; at this moment, his sense of time disappeared, for he was time, and time could be wielded by him.

Suddenly.

A Law Fragment appeared on Zhao Yi, a clock symbol engraved on the back of his hand.

Zhao Yi opened his eyes and glanced at it, his face showing delight: "Is this the Fragment of the Law of Time?"

"I didn't expect I could truly comprehend it. Now that my Power of Time has turned into a Fragment of the Law of Time, my understanding of time deepens evermore."

"Time can be still, or it can flow gently, but for me, no matter how much time passes, it's merely a blink of an eye."

Then.

The scenes above the River of Time changed again.

And the surface water seemed to be flowing.

The River of Time seemed to always move forward, traversing once stagnant canyons and peaks.

Then, defying gravity, it flowed uphill from the mountain's base, reaching an ancient temple standing majestically atop the peak, its simple square towers reaching skyward, exuding a mysterious aura.

This temple, of simple construction, has countless years behind it, marked by the passage of time, now a testament and legacy of history. At this moment, the monks meditating in the courtyard continuously chanted the Buddhist Scripture, and as time slipped by, under Zhao Yi's astonished gaze, the elderly monks began to gradually grow younger.

At first.

Wrinkles on their faces gradually vanished, their hunched figures slowly straightening.

Simultaneously, their tattered clothes began to transform into new garments.

With the monks continuously striking the wooden fish before them, their eyes growing firmer, they journeyed from old age to youth, and finally to childhood.

Then.

He seemed to notice Zhao Yi, smiling at him faintly.

As he further shrank, becoming a child, the wooden fish in his hand no longer held his interest, casually tossed aside.

At this moment.

He seemed to be about ten years old, at the mischievous age, yet he did not move, sitting there eagerly changing, until at last, Zhao Yi saw him become an infant, then eerily vanish before his eyes.

At this time, the flow of time seemed to accelerate.

He saw the temple continuously change, as if time rewound, becoming new bit by bit.

Like that monk, returning to the past.

Zhao Yi closed his eyes, realizing this time was returning to the past, not only people but all things; he could return to any already occurred event just by wishing.

At this moment.

The River of Time was already two-thirds connected to him. Finally, when Zhao Yi looked again, the scenes of the River of Time had changed once more.

This scene seemed to occur in the New World.

Everything within it was the scenery around the New World's imperial city today, which Zhao Yi noticed at a glance.

And the River of Time plummeted from the distant mountaintop, descending along the well-formed river before slowly flowing onto the plain beyond the imperial city.

Soon after, the plain changed continuously, with sea and land shifts occurring in an instant.

The next moment, a modern city appeared before his eyes, skyscrapers towering, people bustling, and before long, cultivators flying and crossing the land appeared.

These cultivators traversed along predetermined flight routes, constantly weaving through different places.

Beyond these cultivators, technology in the New World was quite advanced at this time.

Time travel was exceedingly common, with people's cultivation relying not only on themselves but also on various advanced instruments for assistance.

When Zhao Yi saw this, the scene came to an abrupt halt.

Though the River of Time continued endlessly flowing, it already had no effect on him.

Now, he had gained this River of Time completely.

And through these three scenes, his Time Law was nearing Perfection, now paused at the Great Success stage.

These three scenes represented the present, past, and future!

In the final scene, he glimpsed the future course and development of the New World.

Zhao Yi closed his eyes, contemplating whether to change these events, for he could, through understanding the future, make changes now. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But upon thinking, letting everything develop as it should seemed best.

Intervening rashly might incite unforeseen butterfly effects.

At this moment.

In Zhao Yi's perception, a supremely powerful presence locked onto here, and the next moment, that person appeared before him.

"Zhao Yi, long time no see. If I hadn't left a Space Mark here last time, I couldn't have found you."

"You've indeed comprehended the Time Law, just as I thought, so no wonder you're here seeking the River of Time."

"But it's a pity!"

"You've only just arrived, likely without any understanding of how to use the Time Law."

"However, I'm different from last time; I had only just understood the Space Law then, which is why I didn't act. Otherwise, you would have died last time."

Zhao Yi squinted, observing the Demonic Qi-surrounded protagonist, a bit surprised.

He had never expected the protagonist to have understood the Space Law, the second-ranked Law in the Three Thousand Worlds.

Although it sounded formidable, compared to his Time Law, it was still somewhat inferior.

If his Time Law hadn't reached Perfection, this encounter might truly have posed a problem, for the moment the protagonist appeared, space had already solidified in his perception, immobilizing him utterly.