Stirring the River of Time

Inside the Abyss Principal's Office.

Yang Yu sank deep into the broad Ancient God Spine Chair.

The backrest was draped with the pelt of some unknown high-level magical beast. It was soft, yet cold enough to seep into his bones.

His legs rested carelessly on the edge of the desk, the soles of his brand-new sneakers facing the door.

He propped his cheek on his right hand, his gaze slightly unfocused.

Only his fingertips moved, idly bouncing a few hazy gray motes of light.

The motes were neither black nor white, neither hot nor cold.

One landed on a Ceramic Tea Cup at the corner of the desk.

"Hiss..."

Cracks instantly covered the cup. As though it had weathered ten thousand years, it crumbled into fine porcelain dust.

The next second.

Yang Yu crooked a finger.

The dust floated against gravity, gathered, and reassembled.

In the blink of an eye, a pristine cup stood where the old one had been. Its glaze even shone a little brighter than before.

Old one moment, new the next.

Life and death reversed.

This was the real power his Abyss avatar had digested after swallowing the Guixu Origin.

The embryonic form of the Divine Law of Time.

"Hah..."

Yang Yu narrowed his eyes and drew a deep breath.

Power swelled inside him, so abundant it felt ready to spill over. He could not help sighing with pleasure.

It was like eating a Manchu Han Imperial Feast after three days without food.

"Grind faster. Haven't you eaten?"

Yang Yu snatched a book off the desk—it was an unopened copy of How to Efficiently Squeeze Abyss Demonic Creatures—and hurled it into the corner.

Smack!

The book struck the back of a bobbing head squarely.

In the corner.

Little White crouched on the floor in her skin-tight