The past, present, and future.
The details of which need not be elaborated, for his existence spanned only a few epochs, not yet reaching the point of dimmed eyes and forgotten past.
In the present, he was acutely aware, understanding the purpose he must pursue.
However, the future was a different story. The uncontrollable future filled him with despair.
The failure of the Dao Merge, the destruction of the Qishen Temple, and the impending annihilation of the entire temporal river.
The dreadfulness of Mie Sheng surpassed his imagination.
"I cannot fail!" Jian Wushuang's expression was serious, the determination in his eyes as pure as his swordsmanship.
His future self had fallen, but his present self would not allow his future to become a pitiful sight.
He not only needed to succeed in the Dao Merge but also to slay anyone standing in his way.
Mie Sheng, a half-step into the realm of the Seven Tribulation realm!