This altar, though summoned by the Eighth Ancestor, seems as if it has always been here.
The Eighth Ancestor's expression was solemn, his armor in tatters, his entire body stained with blood.
With a solemn expression, he stepped towards the altar, as the Ninth and Tenth Ancestors walked alongside him, also ascending the altar.
It seemed like an immense world was there, and once the three Phantom Primordial Ancestors stood upon it, the surrounding scenery swiftly changed, with black mist flowing and eerie winds blowing, as if fast-forwarded countless times in an instant.
If time were defined as a book, then at this moment, an invisible giant hand was swiftly flipping through this book named Time.
The pages rustled, flipping at speeds invisible to the naked eye, each page representing an era once unreachable, but now everything is fading away.
"Rustle..."
A surging river appeared.
That was the River of Time.
Silhouettes of people appeared on the river.