One Hour later.
Little Crane stopped at the edge of an unusual region.
The scene here was utterly different from the surrounding Sea of Laws.
The gray-white seawater twisted strangely, as though invisible hands had kneaded it into layer upon layer of folds.
Between those folds, the Time Flow Rate sped up and slowed down without warning—racing like a galloping horse one moment, crawling like a snail the next.
Now and then, pale golden fragments of time drifted out from deep within the folds. They turned slowly in the Void, shedding a warm halo.
Little Crane let Fang Chen and the myna bird out of the Spirit Crane Space. Pointing at the folded region, she said, "Master, this is it. These Spacetime Folds cover roughly a thousand miles in every direction. The Time Flow Rate is most stable in the Core Region, at about a thousand times the rate outside."
Fang Chen focused his senses and nodded.
"Then this is the place!"
He stepped into the folded region.
The instant he entered, he felt the Time Flow Rate around him change sharply.
A single breath outside stretched into several breaths here.
His thoughts, movements, and even the flow of energy within him shifted with the Time Flow Rate.
But Fang Chen's Cultivation was profound, and he soon adapted.
He stopped at the heart of the folded region, where the Time Flow Rate was steadiest—perfect for setting up an array.
Fang Chen took out the Time Bell and held it in his palm.
The walnut-sized Bronze Bell felt as smooth as jade. The cracks across its surface stood out painfully in the dim light of the Sea of Laws.
"Time Bell, open!"
Fang Chen poured his fused Eightfold power into the bell.
Hum!
The Time Bell trembled. Silver-White light shone from