Fang Chen decisively recalled the Time Bell to his hand, forcibly halting the Time Acceleration Formation before it could fully unfold.
He moved swiftly. Only a few breaths passed between bringing out the Time Bell and stopping the entire process.
But those few breaths had already dealt a violent shock to the Ghost Realm's core Law Foundation.
The tremors gradually subsided. The sea of flowers in the valley stopped heaving, the Golden Light Orb in the sky regained its steady glow, and the cracks across the green hills slowly closed under the laws' self-repairing power, like ripples fading from the surface of water.
Yet the lingering tremors in the air were still palpable, like currents that had not quite died away beneath a calm lake.
The Realm Spirit Clone let out a long breath. It seemed to have been trapped in his chest for a lifetime, and when he finally released it, his figure swayed slightly.
"Daoist Friend Fang Chen, you can't use the Time Bell!"
Fear still lingered in his voice, but he had regained some composure. "The Ghost Realm's core Law Foundation is extremely sensitive to disturbances in time. With the Time Bell's power, even a tenfold acceleration would cause this entire space's Law Structure to collapse from within!"
Fang Chen tucked the Time Bell away again and fell silent for a moment.
He glanced at the gray-white crack between the Ghost Immortal Emperor's brows. The Heaven and Earth Origin that had seeped into it had indeed thinned the gray-white mist a little, but its complete dissolution remained a distant prospect.
He could not use the Time Bell, and he could not move the Ghost Immortal Emperor. Time had become the hardest obstacle standing in his way.
"What should I do, then?"
Fang Chen frowned and looked down