Kun Peng Purple Mansion.
Kunpeng's divine soul was already showing signs of revival. It was no longer that vague consciousness that had been difficult even to communicate with. It grew increasingly solid, as though a divine soul was about to be born.
Qin Yi sat cross-legged in the deepest part of the place, with a ball sitting atop his head. A fox and a snake were coiled around his left and right knees respectively, each watching curiously as he took out a crown and a sword.
Everyone was waiting here for Kunpeng's revival. Taking advantage of this time, Qin Yi studied his great Divine Power of Time Management.
Time and space were, in truth, matters that could scarcely be separated. To study differences in time, one was bound to involve changes in space.
To toy with such changes in the palm of one's hand was impossible below the Taiqing realm. Even at Taiqing, one likely needed to be at a high stage. Qin Yi was currently at the Late Stage of No Form, so naturally he could not delve too deeply into it. Yet basic research and a rough grasp of it were still possible.
So long as he could crudely employ even a portion of it, it would already be a great Divine Power.
For example...
Qin Yi looked at the little snake poking its head about beside him and suddenly pointed. "Slow."
To everyone else, the little snake's curious peering abruptly became slow motion. Its tiny head did not extend even an inch after a long while.
Yet the little snake herself seemed unaware, still probing and probing.
A chill rose in Cheng Cheng's heart.
Used against an enemy, this would be far too terrifying...
Because it was not acting on the little snake herself, but splitting apart