Western Continent, Lark Mountains.
The earth stirred strangely, and Lin Heng and the others trapped inside the mountain manor naturally sensed it too, only not as strongly.
They had thought it was a commotion caused by Martial Man and the others outside.
At first, the time acceleration had not been obvious, but in just one short day, the flow of time inside the mountain manor had sped up by nearly tenfold.
And it was still climbing at an eerie speed, as if it would not rest until it had trapped them to death.
Jiang Caiyan, Plowman, Murong Ziyan, and the others were not idle, each using this opportunity to cultivate.
This time, Lin Heng directly took out three Humanity Fruits.
The fruits hovered over his head, circling around him, and the ancient inscriptions surfacing within them were twisting and changing shape as time passed.
Crack—
One of the fruits suddenly split open, and a wisp of purple qi poured through the crown of his head into his meridians.
Lin Heng hurriedly circulated his Water Body, his body taking on a translucent state, to the point where the blood vessels and meridians inside him could even be seen clearly.
That round wheel-like opening, constantly flashing and vibrating with a bright hum, was madly devouring the power surging over from the Dao fruit.
One day in the outside world was equivalent to ten days inside.
In the blink of an eye, ten days passed, but for Lin Heng and the others, more than a hundred days had already gone by.
For cultivators, this was a good thing, but for ordinary people, they would age rapidly without feeling anything or knowing why.
When they reappeared in the mortal world, their appearance would be young, but the person would already be decrepit and near