Having outlasted the two Outer Void Saints, Li Qingyun could not help but let out a soft sigh of relief.
At this moment, his thought-thread had touched the deeper layers of the secret of time, and it could not be interrupted. Otherwise, he would have to pay all the previous costs again to retrace this path.
The two Outer Void Saints had been the same. Thus, even after being forced to drain their vessels dry, they had not wished to engage Li Qingyun in a final battle.
Their chances of victory in battle were even lower. The vessels they had possessed were already at the end of their oil and wick, while Li Qingyun was in the very prime of life. The two were as far apart as heaven and earth—how could they still wield any true Dao power?
And so, Li Qingyun had forcibly used them to the very end, then outlasted them until they retreated in defeat.
The confidence I have now is owed in no small part to those two. Otherwise, I would have needed at least another month to reach this level of the secret of time!
Li Qingyun silently sent the two Outer Void Saints a farewell, then focused completely. A wisp of thought entwined with the profound meaning of the secret of time continued to analyze the deeper layers.
That strand of thought was like a spacetime worm, traversing with immense difficulty through ripples of time that could wither ten thousand ages in an instant, inching slowly onward.
At this point, he was somewhat like a man riding a tiger—unable to get down.
For now, he alone had to stir the deeper ripples of time, enduring several times the pressure that the three of them had originally borne together.
With every step forward, he