"A simple spell of seclusion, and five hundred years were gone." Li Qingyuan was filled with emotion.
Five hundred years would have seen dynasties rise and fall in the Mortal World, and seven or eight generations pass in a lineage.
But to a Mahayana Dao Venerable, it was merely a spell of seclusion, an ordinary part of daily cultivation.
Li Qingyuan raised his hand and circulated the Great Dream Heart Sutra, touching space with his fingertips. The power of the eternal vast sky twisted, drawing out strands of strange principles like silk being unraveled from a cocoon.
"Is this the power of time?" A hint of surprise appeared on Li Qingyuan's face. "One spell of seclusion, one sigh of reflection, combined with the improvement in the Great Dream Heart Sutra, actually let me touch the Time Principle?"
Li Qingyuan tried harder, wanting to grasp something, but the power of time before him collapsed with a crash and returned to the Long River of Time. He could no longer draw it out.
"Alas..."
Li Qingyuan sighed softly. "I merely brushed against it. Nothing more."
"As for stirring the Long River of Time, comprehending the Time Principle, and creating my own divine abilities and law techniques containing the passage of time, that gap is by no means one I can cross as I am now."
When it came to comprehending the power of time, Li Qingyuan was like a novice who had just entered the Qi Refining stage, able only to condense strands of law power and barely set foot on the path of cultivation.
His understanding of the Time Principle amounted to that: he had barely touched a few strands of the power of time.
"Whatever the case, it's a good starting point." Li Qingyuan looked thoughtful. "I'll upgrade the Sword