Within Zhu Shisan's range, the surroundings were already filled with hazy, half-real, half-illusory spatial gates, large and small, too numerous to count.
Inside every spatial gate, a black vortex slowly churned, as though ceaselessly drawing something in.
Beyond that, countless streams of time—thick and thin, long and short, large and small—linked and crossed between those spatial gates, forming an utterly horrifying sight.
At first glance, it resembled a giant's internal organs. The countless spatial gates were its five viscera and six bowels, while those rivers of time were the blood vessels between them, radiating vigorous power.
Zhu Shisan's heart became clear and tranquil as he cast aside every trace of wishful thinking. A thread of past time suddenly manifested at his brow.
A surging Dao rhythm of time also began to overflow from his body, filling the air around him. Its cadence was stirring, driven forth by Zhu Shisan himself.
The purpose of this was to gradually draw in and seize control of the disorderly, chaotic space-time, turning the unknowable future into something knowable.
The danger was greatly reduced. At the very least, his fleshly body and Primordial Spirit would not be torn apart and scattered by different space-times, falling into separate temporal realms.
Gradually, under the overlapping effects of all these forces, the vast Time Sand region began to undergo a shocking transformation.
The endless flowing sand, along with the space above it—especially the area around Zhu Shisan, where boundless space-time power surged—seemed to be kneaded and folded by an invisible giant hand.
It became a scroll continuously compressed, refined, and folded.
The sky and the flowing sand had originally been parallel lines that would never meet. Yet after this transformation, the two gradually leveled out and finally converged in one place.
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