This was a kind of conjecture,
but at his current level, any conjecture was born from his own Great Taoist inspiration, linking with the laws, a manifestation of his persistent thoughts that must resonate and embody certain truths, never aimless or mere daydreams.
Think and act.
Jiang Hui sat cross-legged.
His magnificent body shone, circles of daoist charm surged like ripples in the Boundary Sea, making the place instantly become scorching hot and dazzling.
Beneath him, the river of time flowed from an unknown direction, producing a splashing sound, carrying the ancient and profound essence of time, finally converging under Jiang Hui's feet, like a vast ocean.
At the next moment,
time seemed to freeze.
Everything came to a standstill.
The Boundary Sea seemed to have been paused.
The once turbulent waves all settled down.
There was silence everywhere.
Only the power of laws surged within him, like a raging sea, constantly crashing against the unknown boundaries.
