Wynton laughed and stood up. “You’re not the only one who cherishes and loves talent. I’m not an idiot, either.”

“Then why are you wasting your time talking?” James stared at Wynton. “Go ahead and make a move.”

Wynton was taken aback but then laughed again. “Are you not waiting for your wife and that pig to gather more past forms of the living beings in the River of Time?”

Ignoring him, James waved his hand, storing away Zella and the surviving past forms.

In the next moment, far off in the sky, a beam of amethyst-gold Sword Light flashed by, accompanied by lightning bolts, heading straight for Wynton.

With a loud rumble, the Sword Light caught Wynton off guard, forcing him back 100 thousand light-years.

Stabilizing himself, Wynton looked up and saw two Jameses.

It was evident they weren’t clones or Primordial Spirits; they were both the main selves.

“How can this be possible?” Wynton was stunned.

James smiled. “As the past form of Waitata, you can control the past of the Grea