Within the wash of these time dao rhythms, the time the two occupied had in fact been completely thrown into disarray.
Each of them felt they had experienced several hours, even several days. Yet viewed from outside the Time Sand, they had entered the air above it only a mere twenty breaths ago.
Yet in those twenty breaths, both had made tremendous progress and gained much.
Setting aside the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, he had not only swept up a great number of Time Mark Stones, but had also set up the Myriad Heavens Secret Demon Shadow Array near the Time Blade, hoping to leave even the faintest trace of his own aura upon it.
To lay the groundwork and establish a foothold for seizing this Time Blade in the future.
Though the possibility seemed slim, what if? Especially since the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord had faith in his own talent. Once he entered Gods and Devils in the future, he could come to claim this divine blade as the sovereign of myriad demons. Surely, he would gain something.
Not to mention that the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord himself had studied the first form of the Vast Desolation Divine Fist.
Now, beneath the wash of those boundless and majestic time dao rhythms,
he had gained an almost qualitative understanding and breakthrough regarding this fist art, regarding the Great Dao of Time carried within it.
On the other side, compared to the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, who harbored ulterior motives and calculations aplenty, Zhu Shisan seemed far more straightforward—or rather, far more devout.
He had not plundered those Time Mark Stones, nor had he begun any arrangements. He simply comprehended the Dao of Time, and even without the so-called Vast Desolation Divine Fist to assist him, his gains were still extraordinary.