Within the great urn,
Zhang Yang, who was on the verge of suffering internal injuries from holding it in, and Cang Dong, the genuinely good guy, were both utterly bewildered.
"What exactly happened?"
"I want to know too. It seems the divine restriction within this great urn has fully taken effect and suppressed those Time Nightmare Demons, but this is very abnormal."
Zhang Yang could actually guess at part of the reason: the God-Refining Array outside had stopped operating. But why it had stopped, he had no idea.
So he continued tempering his True Spirit, racing against time to restrain the Mechanical Iron God Sand and strengthen his connection with the Boat of Death.
The genuinely good guy, Cang Dong, also fell silent.
No one knew how much time had passed. Zhang Yang's True Spirit grew increasingly powerful as he tempered it, while the influence of the one hundred and fifty-eight grains of Mechanical Iron God Sand weakened further. His connection with the Boat of Death became clearer and clearer. If he wished, he could even pay a tremendous price to summon the Boat of Death into the great urn, board it, and leave.
But Zhang Yang did not do so.
Through his connection with the Boat of Death, he had discovered that everything outside the great urn had quieted down. The God-Refining Array was gone, and the great urn was the only thing left between heaven and earth.
Yet that fool Cang Dong and the person who had broken the array were nowhere to be seen.
The situation was somewhat bizarre.
Time continued to pass, regardless of day or night. Zhang Yang's tempering of his True Spirit became increasingly effortless. He still maintained the standard of a Three-Leaf True Spirit, but the strength of his True Spirit was now