Zhao Changhe spent a long time, and Piaomiao quietly accompanied him. Until ten miles along the river, all the withered trees burst into bloom, stretching as far as the eye could see, a breathtaking sight.

Some blooms belong to the future, some to the past. The flowers are myriad in color, and the methods each person uses are distinct. Clearly, it's a study of time cultivation, yet it cultivates something like arranging a bridal chamber.

"Is it beautiful?" Zhao Changhe turned his head with a smile, "It's for you."

"Is this your cultivation?"

"Not an oversight. I measure time, also express my feelings."

"Time…" Piaomiao's gaze was piercing, "These blooming periods, some are past, some are future?"

"Whether past, present or future, they are all with you."

Piaomiao asked, "Why give flowers?"

Zhao Changhe scratched his head, "Uh, because they're beautiful… Besides, we've had the moonlit nights, but not flowers in front… This is for you."

Piaomiao found it amusing, "Truly a worldly mortal, do you know what flowers these are?"

Zhao Changhe shook his head, "I don't recognize them… Surely they're not flowers with terrible omens. They bloom by the Heavenly River, infused with a strong energy, making them harder to blossom than ordinary flower trees. Are they Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures…"

Piaomiao couldn't help but laugh, "There are no Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures so worthless that they grow freely by the river without care… This is the Galaxy, the meeting place of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, these are the Bridge of Magpies flowers. A lover picks one and gives it to another, symbolizing undying will; mutually giving signifies the binding of the red thread, holding forever unfading… You give me flowers spread over ten miles, what are you intending?"

Zhao Changhe also laughed, "Isn't it wonderful? You should pick a flower for me too."

Piaomiao casually picked one, directly placing it in Zhao Changhe's conjured hair, leaned back to observe, "Wearing flowers while drinking is the flirtation of worldly scholars, rather not suiting you… It makes me want to laugh."

Zhao Changhe picked a flower too, pretending to tuck it into her hair knot, "Decided? Once it's on, the red thread binds eternally, you can't run away."

Piaomiao softly said, "It's lovely… Consider it as you taking me from the epoch where I should exist, bringing me back to your place. It doesn't concern Yangyang, nor Ye Wuming and Ye Jiuyou, just you and me."

As the words flowed, the ground shook violently.

While Piaomiao spoke, she already sensed the end of the world coming.

"Rumble!" Thunder boomed from afar, mountain peaks crumbled, nearby trees entirely withered, some even snapped at the roots.

They did not look, but hand in hand, stepped back into the river, walking all the way to the bottom.

"Hold tight." Zhao Changhe embraced Piaomiao tightly, and whispered, "Trust me, I will take you back." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The riverbed began to shake, and the once calm river water suddenly roared and raged, with explosions sounding madly all around, the Heavenly River poured down, collapsing the Nine Heavens.

If the river was likened to time, it was as though the previously peaceful flowing time had suddenly been rapidly fast-forwarded.

"Boom!" The Galaxy fell to the Human Realm, crashing into the Different Dimension Void, transforming into an independent Secret Realm within the human realm's different dimension.

The Secret Realm passed through thousands of years, never opened by anyone.

The trees along the riverbank leaned askew, some had become ash, some withered with remnants standing, gradually regrowing through the long ages.

Unbeknownst to all, two buds emerged, slowly blossoming.

Two specters floated above the river, eyes closed tightly, drifting on the surface, like resurrected ancient Divine Souls experiencing the entire epoch.

Yet they remained embracing, their hair adorned with identical flowers, just like the two on the bank.

Both specters opened their eyes simultaneously, glanced around, and both showed smiles of rebirth from disaster.

"If someone were to invade the 'Secret Realm' now, would we be mistaken for resurrected Ancient Demon Gods?" Zhao Changhe blinked, "This experience is quite fascinating, perhaps we could pretend once."