As for divine might and all that, Zhang Yang had no time to verify it just yet. What he wanted to know even more was whether it had any effect on Mechanical Iron God Sand. After all, this thing was far too disgusting—it was genuinely drilling straight into the depths of his True Spirit.
"Mm, it seems it really does work!"
Since it worked, Zhang Yang naturally would not waste time. Unlike that truly good person, Cangdong, he knew that the God-Refining Array outside really might refine the Spittoon Urn. He had to find a way to escape with his life.
However, this was no cultivation paradise where Zhang Yang could practice in peace.
After only three to five hours, the mutated Time Scraps that had previously been suppressed began stirring restlessly again.
At this moment, the truly good person, Cangdong, spoke once more.
"These are formed from the Time Scraps left behind here over tens of millions of years. They are no longer simple Flames of Nothingness. They should be called Time Nightmare Demons, because they have given birth to True Spirits of their own. They are twisted by the Ancient Law of the main branch of the River of Time, yet they also accord with the Present Law of the Six Great Sequences. In short, you only need to know that they are extremely terrifying. Once they escape from here, no matter which sequence they fall into, they will bring endless disaster."
"Like Heaven's Punishment?"
Zhang Yang spoke up as well.
The truly good person, Cangdong, fell silent for a moment before saying, "Yes, like Heaven's Punishment. Moreover, it is Heaven's Punishment descended by the River of Time, punishment that no Present Law can suppress. Once these Time Nightmare Demons appear in the world, the structure of the