Li Qingyun sat in the secret hall, silently facing the green lamp on the altar table, neither angered nor pleased. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
The flow of time and space in the cosmos was utterly different from that within a Heaven Master's body.
When he was at the Cosmos level, even a single day felt long.
When his will penetrated the Great Thousand Void Sky, a thousand years within felt brief.
It was an extraordinarily mysterious state, one that even at his current realm, he found somewhat impossible to explain.
Whenever he switched back and forth, an interesting saying would occasionally surface in his heart: "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you..."
He often wondered whether, when a Heaven Master's will was not observing the Void Sky, the flow of time and space there took on a different form—perhaps running roughly in sync with the Cosmos level.
But that seemed impossible. So long as the Void Sky existed, the will of a Heaven Master or divine spirit must exist as well, and interference would naturally exist.
Yet whenever Li Qingyun recalled his distant days as a mortal, then the changes in time he had adapted to at the Cosmos level, a hazy, strange sense of "contradiction" would occasionally rise within him.
Perhaps even Great Thousand Heaven Masters were merely muddling through their days, actively or passively overlooking certain seemingly ordinary yet contradictory points.
"Just like people—the more they think, the more they feel that life is either absurd, shrouded in layer upon layer of mystery, or utterly devoid of interest."
"Only by muddling through it all, by ignoring those flashes of insight that occasionally make you question whether the world has developed a bug, can you