"The gap between him and me... was enormous..."
As Zhi Guang's final thought faded, his consciousness sank into darkness. His traces upon the Yellow Springs Road vanished, the fate he had defied turned to nothingness, and he would never again have the chance to reclaim the years.
The other three from Spirit Mountain met the same end, wiped away completely amid shock and terror.
"Buzz!"
The Soul Suppressing Pagoda trembled, and the cultivation time surged wildly. Four living beings—cultivation time jumped four times in rapid succession: 9.2 million years three times, 8.6 million years once. The total cultivation time reached 59.8 million years.
It was somewhat inferior to those powerful beings who had temporarily revived from death, but it was still more than enough.
Naturally, Lin Xuan had no time to care about that.
Once the child talisman of the Sub-Mother Spatial Escape Talisman shattered, it would mark the current location, allowing whoever held the mother talisman elsewhere to arrive instantly.
Lin Xuan possessed the inheritance of the Time-Space Sundial—or rather, the inheritance of the Time-Space Divine Hall that had once stood at the summit. At this moment, he barely suppressed the erupting Spatial Power with his own, but he knew he could not hold it down for long.
"It's coming!"
With a wave of his hand, Lin Xuan put away the four Ksitigarbha Umbrellas. They were his spoils of war and would be of great use in destroying the world. He could not afford to waste them.
Then Lin Xuan clearly sensed it: at the place where the child talisman had shattered, Spatial Power was gathering frantically, as though some great terror was about to descend.
"Go back!"
With a thought, Lin Xuan gathered an immense amount of Spatial Power in an instant. It surged like ocean waves, causing