As Ling Yichen and Jun Moran struggled in the turbulent flow of time and space, they were as if they were in a bizarre dream. Countless fragments of different time and space swept past them like shooting stars, each carrying a unique and strange scene, like a forgotten scroll in the long river of the universe, which was unfolding freely before their eyes.

At first, they saw a scene from ancient times. It was a dense, boundless primeval forest, with towering trees blocking out the sun, their trunks covered in moss and vines, like green armor woven by nature itself. A thick mist hung in the air, and sunlight struggled to penetrate the layers of foliage, casting dappled shadows. Strange, enormous ferns thrived beneath the trees, their leaves like giant green umbrellas, swaying gently in the breeze. Deep within the forest, a group of enormous dinosaurs moved slowly. Some drank at the river, their massive heads lowered, splashing water everywhere; others nibbled on tender leaves, their long necks moving nimbly. A Tyrannosaurus Rex strode with heavy, powerful steps; its majestic figure and sharp teeth inspired awe, each step seeming to make the earth tremble. It suddenly let out a deafening roar, the sound waves echoing through the forest, startling a group of pterosaurs. They spread their enormous wings and flew into the sky, blotting out the sun.

Then, a fragment of medieval Europe appears. A magnificent castle stands atop a hill, its walls constructed of massive stone blocks, sturdy and imposing. Various family banners flutter in the wind atop the walls. Inside, knights in ornate armor practice swordsmanship in the courtyard, the clinking of metal creating a crisp, melodious sound. In the main hall, a grand banquet is underway, nobles in exquisite silk and velvet garments, adorned with dazzling jewels, dancing by candlelight. Long tables are laden with sumptuous food; roasted whole lamb exudes an enticing aroma, and gold and silver cutlery gleams under the lamplight. Outside the castle, in a small town, narrow streets are lined with charming wooden houses, where artisans bustle about, the sounds of blacksmiths hammering and carpenters sawing mingling together. The church bells toll melodiously, echoing throughout the town, as worshippers enter the church to pray devoutly, led by the priest.

Then, they were swept into a fragment of a futuristic sci-fi world. Here, cities soared into the clouds, skyscrapers standing like giants, their surfaces flashing with dazzling lights and electronic displays showcasing high-tech information and advertisements. In the sky, flying cars, like busy bees, darted through intricate aerial routes, their speeds leaving only blurry streaks of light. On the streets, robots bustled about among the crowds, some cleaning, others providing various services. In the city center stood a massive research center, its transparent glass walls reflecting sunlight, housing advanced experimental equipment and instruments. Scientists, clad in white lab coats, focused intently on their research and experiments, their eyes filled with the exploration of the unknown and a dedication to science.

Looking again at that fragment of ancient Egypt, the golden desert stretches endlessly, and in its center, the majestic pyramids stand tall and awe-inspiring. Their smooth surfaces gleam golden in the sunlight, as if bestowed upon humanity by the sun god himself. At the foot of the pyramids lies a vast temple, its walls covered with exquisite hieroglyphs and murals depicting ancient Egyptian myths, the pharaohs' achievements, and the daily lives of the people. A group of priests dressed in white linen robes are conducting a ritual within the temple, holding various sacrificial implements and chanting prayers for a bountiful harvest and peace. On the banks of the Nile, farmers are cultivating the fertile land, using ancient irrigation tools to channel the Nile's waters into their fields, nourishing their thriving crops. In the distance, sailing ships glide slowly on the Nile, laden with various goods, heading towards distant cities in the gentle breeze.

There is also a mysterious fragment of an Eastern fantasy world. Amidst the mist-shrouded peaks, pavilions and towers are scattered, seemingly floating in a celestial realm. Cultivators in flowing robes cast wondrous spells among the mountains; some soar through the sky on flying swords, their cries piercing the air; others meditate in secluded caves, surrounded by spiritual energy. In a tranquil valley, rare and precious herbs and medicinal plants grow, radiating multicolored light, seemingly imbued with boundless vitality and energy. A giant Qilin strolls through the valley, emanating auspicious energy; wherever it goes, the plants and trees seem to come alive, becoming even more vibrant. In an ancient sect, the sect leader is imparting the path of cultivation to his disciples, who listen respectfully, their eyes filled with longing for immortality and loyalty to their sect.

These strange scenes from different time-space fragments flashed rapidly before Ling Yichen and Jun Moran's eyes. It was as if they had experienced the vicissitudes of the universe in an instant, witnessing the rise and fall of various timelines. Each scene filled them with awe and wonder, deepening their reverence for the mysteries of time and space. In this endless temporal turbulence, they embraced tightly, relying on each other's faith and courage to strive for a sliver of peace and hope amidst these strange sights, hoping to find a way back to their own time and space, ending this breathtaking journey through time.