The Almighty Dragon General

Within the River of Time, lightning flashed incessantly, and the experiences of countless beings flowed without end. The River of Time was both a chronicle and a repository, collecting the memories, experiences, and pasts of all living creatures. For any being in the Greater Realms, this River held their history. Here, they could rediscover their pasts and seek out the people and events they longed for.

In this vibrant expanse, innumerable radiant energies interspersed with dense, light-speed tadpoles streaked through like cosmic shuttles, perpetually racing backward. Fortunately, James had separated the Dark World, blocking it from the rest of the universe. Simultaneously, he transferred all inhabitants with his source path to the new world. Consequently, the River of Time was less violent, fundamentally severing the linkage to living beings’ experiences, memories, and pasts.

Standing at the River of Time’s entrance, James finally felt satisfied as he observed the Supreme Confinement Formation cast by the elites from the Dooms.

This formation, with the 49 Daoisms at its core and 20,000 mighty Daeclon Mahayana warriors executing their roles, could even withstand the Waitara Path’s Reincarnation Soremsia for a considerable period.

The only regret was the fate of Wyot and the 20,000 powerhouses. Although James had helped them reach the Daeclon Mahayana, they would inevitably lose themselves in the River of Time and perish.

Wyot, standing behind James, urged him, “Go, James. Leave this to us.”

that moment, his heart must have been tormented with guilt,

the consequences, Wyot

James slowly turned around. He was immediately stunned upon seeing Wyot’s calm smile as he offered an

this?” James

one. It includes everyone’s assets,

any more questions. He reached out and took the energy ball with a heavy heart. He, too, had

standing at the foot of the formation, memorizing their faces and names. Then,

said anxiously, “What are

finish speaking, the powerhouses at

the Doom Race and Emperor Caden to our last