"When Chaos Martial Ancestor first manifested a shadow, there were the rivers of Time and Fate accompanying it..." the Supreme of the Dao Realm watched over everything closely.
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already quite clear.
If Chaos Martial Ancestor controlled the River of Time, then Wang Ren's attempt to escape through it seemed somewhat like walking into a trap.
And in that instant, the ropes forged from the Xuanhuang energy had already dragged Wang Ren out of the River of Time with immense force,
Wang Ren naturally wouldn't surrender without a fight and kept using the power of time to wash away the Xuanhuang energy, but it was all in vain.
It looked like Wang Ren was about to be pulled out from the River of Time.
"Chaos Martial Ancestor, you've gone too far!"
Suddenly, a strong aura of authority appeared—it was the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.
Perhaps fearing being dragged away by Qing Lan again, so no shadow descended this time.