With a burst of firm determination, Jian Wushuang pulled himself out of the scene.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were somewhat dazed; he had witnessed too many scenes.
There were ancient Qishen, everything in the starry sky.
Various scenes, though only fragments of words, had a certain connection.
It was a connection through time.
In his current state, he there was no breakthroughs, and there was no place in time; he couldn't comprehend much.
He decided to treat these scenes as the environment and ignore them!
His gaze was fixed on the wooden bridge ahead.
He moved forward again.
The complete Universe Origin Source was waving towards him; he couldn't fall.
If he fell, it would be over.
Not only would he gain nothing, but he might also lose his life.
The three of them walked on the wooden bridge, facing the threat of death.