Within a mysterious tunnel, Lu Yuan's figure darted through it as seven-colored streaks of light swept past him, carrying a peculiar power reminiscent of the passage of time.
"Is this the Power of Time?" Feeling the strange power flowing around him, a trace of surprise flashed through Lu Yuan's eyes.
The four directions of heaven and earth were space; the past and future of all ages were time!
Space and time were two of the most wondrous energies that had existed since antiquity.
No matter what world it was, those who could control these two powers were invariably the strongest of the strong.
Compared with the Power of Space, the Power of Time was undoubtedly even more extraordinary. The Power of Time was profound and mysterious, spanning the past, present, and future.
There might still be people capable of comprehending and touching upon the Power of Space, but very few could touch the Power of Time. At the very least, in the world of Douluo Continent, no one could reach the mysteries of the Power of Time.
It could even be said that powers such as the Power of Order, or the powers of goodness and evil, were inferior to the Power of Time in terms of rank.
Perhaps above Douluo Continent, only the Power of Rules controlled by Lu Yuan could surpass the Power of Time. But Lu Yuan's Power of Rules was not a single, pure power; it was the fusion and convergence of all powers. Finding a single power that could surpass the Power of Time was exceedingly difficult.
"What marvelous Power of Time. It seems even more profound than the Power of Space!" Lu Yuan closed his eyes slightly, sensed it for a moment, and spoke.
"Of course. The Power of Time is one of the