Within the seven-colored stream of light, where time rapidly rewound, divine silver light burst forth from the eye at the center of Chen Chu’s brow, illuminating the frozen vision of the future he had glimpsed. As he gazed at the figure radiating a powerful aura, standing in opposition to the void monsters, a flicker of astonishment appeared in Chen Chu’s eyes.0

That woman looked like Shi Feitong, yet compared to the girl of sixteen or seventeen he remembered, the woman in the image appeared more mature, more beautiful, and her figure had grown even fuller.0

Cough! What am I even thinking? Chen Chu shook his head and, at the same time, the silver eye at his brow dimmed and vanished.3

This spontaneous glimpse into the future through the storm of time had only lasted a brief moment, but it consumed a full tenth of the power within his body. Still, what he had seen was significant. It was someone he once knew from the Lost World.0

Though it was only a fleeting fragment of the future and he hadn’t been physically present, judging by the portion of the...0