Chen Yi had not died, nor had he gone through the 120 repetitions perceived by those twelve spacetime-type mages.
At the start of the fourth repetition, Chen Yi had successfully drawn away the attention of those twelve spacetime-type mages through the coordination of Fire Clone and the Golden Cicada Technique.
Then, using the mental vibrations of Explosive Sword and the weakening seal of Sealing Jutsu to weaken the spirits of the twelve mages, he pulled them all into Chumen's Illusion Realm in one stroke, making only slight alterations.
Everything afterward had been fake, the false body simulating death while reality cooperated with mental Genjutsu.
It achieved an effect similar to deception.
Those mages had vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but Chen Yi's corpse had been there as well, so they finally released the barrier.
Chen Yi drew over the six hourglasses. Silver sand flowed within them, faintly glimmering whenever they swayed, carrying a dreamlike quality.
There was not much sand inside the hourglasses. Chen Yi did not know what they were, but they were definitely good things, so he casually stuffed them into his backpack.
Outside the City of All Heavens, a figure flew toward the city at tremendous speed.
"Sequence 5: Crimson Flame Eagle."
Everyone else had found an opponent. Only Canglang Edu had been waiting for Chen Yi.
Seeing Chen Yi deal with the spacetime-type mages in such a short time, Canglang Edu did not find it strange.
Instead, he found it perfectly natural.
They were merely spacetime-type mages. How could they compare to the fire magic that he had painstakingly studied?
"We meet again, Rowen Yi. I prefer your other name—Zero."
Chen Yi said, "They are all the same. Names are merely labels. It seems you had a pleasant conversation with my other self."
Canglang Edu