Ibba Qian was not the only Fallen.

The waters of the Flowing Gold River are the manifestation of vast time. They are not an attack, not corrosion, but erosion. Even if your ideals are as strong as rocks, they will be worn away by dripping water; even if your realm is prosperous and powerful, it will become the debris of history.

It is impossible for humans to catch up with time or to resist it.

Ibba Qian was just an outpost; after him, in succession, legends became stagnant in the Flowing Gold River. No matter how hard they tried, they were eventually washed away. They might have had many great ideals, such as continuing to follow the Great Skill of the Gray Fox Era, such as pushing the boundaries of magic, such as probing the forbidden zones of angels, such as... But in the Flowing Gold River, their ideals were eroded until nothing but a blank space remained, and then persistence was no more, and stagnation ensued.

This was the normal state of the world: most people could only drift along with the current, only the strong could see clearly the direction of the flow, only saints could swim against the current.

Ibba Qian and the others were all in the ranks of saints two hundred years ago, but unfortunately, time took everything from them. They no longer had a home.

"Cough, cough!"

After being choked again, Ash felt he was near his limit.

The mere will to survive was virtually nothing in the face of the Flowing Gold River, every drop of its water the most hysterical cry of life. That time in the Time Continent's Flowing Gold River, he was barely able to resist the torrent because he was with the Witch and the Sword Maiden, but now...

Using his peripheral vision, he glanced at the Silver Lamp next to him and realized that although she was not fast, her movements were not slowed in the slightest. Clearly, the Flowing Gold River could not wash away her will, and it was essentially her that was dragging Ash forward.

What was happening with the world, why were the wills of the wicked always so much stronger than those of the good? Ash sneered at himself, clenched his teeth, and vigorously slapped the river water, recalling in his mind the place he belonged.

Igula and the others must still be above, thinking of how to save him. If he could not return, they would eventually disband over time. Igula would go to the Four Pillars God Sect to weasel around with the Mercury Wooden Horse, Tamasi would go hunt the Four Pillars God Sect and then clash with Igula, and Harvey would dig down until he found my bones...

Liss, although without him she would surely grow up fast and pretty in Yisu Imperial Palace, if possible, he still wanted to see Liss grow up. She would certainly be adorable and beautiful, but with her love for food, she may well grow into a cute chubby girl... And Hanna...

Anfeier was also waiting for Igula; without me, Ibba Qian might just turn into a scumbag...

And in the Void Realm, the most important, the one I can least let go of...

Ash almost bit through his teeth, dispersing the oncoming waves, advancing alongside Weiser!

My life has just begun!

"My life cannot end like this!"

Suddenly, a Legendary ahead let out a piercing wail. This was not the first Fallen whose will had rusted. Yet, the legends grew tense: "Jina, don't be impulsive!" "Jina, stay calm. You are known as the 'Melodious Chanteuse,' a Spirit Mage!"

Ash did not understand why everyone was so anxious, but Silver Lamp's voice was filled with gravity: "Be careful."

"Why?"

"Aren't you supposed to understand the most?" Weiser stared at the retreating Jina: "A Spirit Mage is dangerous even without a Technique Spirit, all the more so because this one is a Legendary."

Ash recalled Igula and nodded in agreement. Then he looked toward Jina, ready to dodge at any moment with Weiser.

However, Jina struggled while singing a dirge with a clear and melodious voice.

Almost everyone's movement grew heavy, as a thick, unresolvable nostalgia tunneled into their minds through their ears.

Jina's song might not be the strongest, but it was certainly the most effective here—after all, most of them had just found out they'd lost more than two hundred years of their past. Even Jina's will had rusted for knowing he no longer had a place to return to.

With the boost of Legendary skill, coupled with the true feelings of despair, even without a Technique Spirit, it was enough to be called a Miracle.

But legends were legends after all. Many snapped out of their melancholy thoughts in an instant. Some slowed down, but there were also some mages of deep sentiment who were dragged into falling by Jina's invisible hand.

Snap.

Weiser realized she was being dragged backward. She turned her head and saw a poor soul being pulled into despair.

Ash struggled forward, his face twisted as if he wanted to kill someone, but his body felt light and powerless, like a disconnected balloon swept away by water. He knew rationally that he couldn't go on like this, but emotionally, he was releasing the pent-up cries of several months.

He was also human, with a heart not made of iron. How could he truly let go of the past? When he saw the Observer, he was truly happy; even if it was just a false consolation, at least he had someone to talk to until his eyes watered.

These legends had only heard that their homes were gone, not yet seen the Senluo Wasteland; they still had a chance to return to their homeland.

But he...

Snap!

At the moment Ash completely let go, Weiser reflexively grabbed hold of him. She continued to swim on her own, but dragging such a burden, she was still swept away by the Flowing Gold River.

"It's like I'm hit by the Flowing Gold River with no energy left," Ash said. "Otherwise, I would definitely have you join me in death."

He meant for Silver Lamp to let go of him, but she nodded, "As you wish."

She pulled Ash closer, wrapped her arms around his waist, held him tight, and continued to struggle in the Flowing Gold River.

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