Immortal Emperor Tian Liuli, in her eyes, there were only eternity and the great Dao.
"What do you think?"
Xu Yuan asked casually in return.
"Oh?"
Tian Liuli felt he had changed.
Just then, a voice came from the distant river of years on the other side, carrying a familiar aura.
Tian Liuli's soul stirred.
She recognized the aura above.
It belonged to her, yet it did not belong to her—the aura of her origin.
Despite originating from a future timeline, the aura accompanying it seemed as feeble as mere sparks compared to her own.
Is it from my reincarnated self? In other words, will the future me fail when breaking through to become a Dao Ancestor?
How ridiculous.
"Seeking mercy?"
In just a moment, Tian Liuli arrogantly deduced its purpose.
She waved her hand, dismissing it without a second glance, letting it dissipate into the temporal river of years.