The two rivers of time offer different landscapes. The river of time in which Qin Luo resides is weak in spiritual energy, while the river of time above his head possesses immense power.

A passage connects two rivers of time. Qin Luo frowns as the two rivers of time draw closer. Looking into the distance along the river of time, he sees a vision of the future: earthquakes and tsunamis strike one after another, mountains crumble, floods rage, and order collapses.

Deep in the East China Sea, the azure waters have returned to nothingness, and the roar of a dragon echoes from the whirlpools; atop Kunlun Mountain, the ice and snow melt, revealing an ancient bronze palace; in the misty forest, a mysterious ancient temple resounds with the distant tolling of bells; in the starry sky, a dark warship looms, and the eyes of a blond youth are filled with greed…

Qin Luo looked towards the distant future, where the scenery became blurred. Countless cities were reduced to ruins, ferocious beasts roamed the land, and the world underwent earth-shattering changes. This was a great catastrophe, and countless lives were lost.

Boom!

A golden bolt of lightning traversed two rivers of time. Qin Luo saw the large locust tree being struck, and he abruptly raised his head, trying to find the source of the lightning.

"Is that the Purple Cloud Mountains?"

Qin Luo had a sense of familiarity. Although he did not find the Dragon Tiger Temple, he saw the Sunset Peak, where a peach tree bathed in the glow of the sunset bloomed with bright peach blossoms.

At the foot of Luoxia Peak, there was an old man dressed in a loose white robe. His white hair was loose, and he sat leisurely behind the blue ox. The moment Qin Luo stared at him, the old man in the white robe raised his head in the originally still space.

The scenes in the river of time should all be still, but the old man in front of him raised his head, and in that instant, Qin Luo felt as if countless eyes were staring at him.

Qin Luo discovered that in the river of time above his head, the old man's past and future were watching him. "To be able to remain unaffected by time, could he be the Dao Ancestor?"

This was the first time Qin Luo had ever seen such a powerful person.

There is a portrait of the Taoist patriarch in Longhu Temple. The Taoist patriarch in the portrait has a fierce face, while the old man in front of him has a kind face.

Qin Luo wanted to uncover the truth, so his consciousness entered the river of time above his head, and time began to flow around him.

At the foot of Luoxia Peak.

The oxen were eating tender grass.

Qin Luo's consciousness appeared beside the old man. He bowed respectfully and asked, "Are you the Dao Ancestor?"

The old man nodded with a smile, “Although everyone calls me that, I am not the first person to cultivate the Tao. It’s just that I have gone further down the path of cultivation.”

The old green ox tilted its head, looking around with a puzzled expression, but did not see Qin Luo.

Qin Luo asked earnestly, "Senior Dao Ancestor, did you open up these two passages between the rivers of time?"

The Dao Ancestor shook his head. "No."

Qin Luo frowned. "Senior Dao Ancestor, the merging of the two rivers of time will bring a great disaster to the river of time I am in. Do you have a way to stop it?"

The Dao Ancestor raised his head and looked up at the high place, saying meaningfully, "Sometimes the river of time will have tributaries, and sometimes two different rivers of time will collide to form a new river of time. All living beings are just insignificant grains of sand in the river of time. The evolution of the Great Dao will not change because of our will. We are all just passers-by in time."

Even the Dao Ancestor couldn't help, so Qin Luo could only sigh. He wanted to return to his parents' side, and respectfully asked, "Senior Dao Ancestor, could you please send me back?"

The Dao Ancestor smiled and said, "Your consciousness can go back, but your physical body is trapped downstream of this river of time. If you want to go back, you must first find your physical body and then go to the Chaos Sea, where there is a way back to the other side."

"The Chaotic Sea?"

Qin Luo murmured softly, "Could it be that those extraterrestrial demons all come from other timelines?"

Dao Zu stroked his beard and said, "Not entirely. The Chaos Sea contains wondrous power that can give birth to powerful innate gods and demons. They prefer to work alone. Many of the organized extraterrestrial demons come from other timelines."

"I see."

Qin Luo suddenly thought of something. He looked at the Dao Ancestor and said respectfully, "Senior Dao Ancestor, if a physical body wants to travel through the River of Time, is it necessary to pass through the Chaos Sea?"

The Dao Ancestor nodded. "That's right."

"So I've been to the Chaos Sea? Why don't I have any recollection of it?" Qin Luo woke up near the Purple Cloud Mountains many years later, long after the Dao Ancestor had passed away.

The Daoist Ancestor calculated with his fingers and then laughed heartily, "So that's how it is. I never expected that you and I would be destined to meet."

Qin Luo smiled and said, "Senior Dao Ancestor, I, Qin Luo, am a disciple of Zhang Fulong of Longhu Temple."

The Daoist Master stroked his beard and said, "When I said we were destined to meet, I meant that I encountered you in the Chaos Sea."

Qin Luo was initially shocked, but he quickly calmed down. "So my transmigration to the Tianxuan Continent was your arrangement?"

The Dao Ancestor said meaningfully, "Your ability to go to the Chaos Sea proves that you are not simple. Is it possible that all of this was your arrangement, and I was just going with the flow?"

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?"

A little girl came along carrying a bamboo basket filled with wild vegetables, mushrooms, and wild fruits.

The little girl was petite, her long hair was disheveled and hadn't been groomed in a long time, and her face was dirty, but her eyes were like clear lakes.

Qin Luo saw the shadow of the purple-haired fairy in her. The little girl had long black hair and looked more like a junior sister. She looked at the Dao Ancestor with a puzzled expression.

Daozu pointed in the direction of Qin Luo and said with a smile, "Grandpa is talking to him."

Is it a ghost?

The little girl backed away in fear.

Qin Luo couldn't help but chuckle; the little girl's and Qin Xi's reactions perfectly corresponded to the different timelines of the two timelines.

The Dao Ancestor smiled and shook his head, "No."

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