Time was hard to turn back. The world held countless divine abilities: moving mountains to fill seas, summoning wind and rain, creating realms within hidden spaces, or taking on the form of heaven and earth. All followed the Dao, borrowing the rules of heaven and earth to forge power of their own.
Even mighty cultivators who had established their Dao Foundation and opened blessed lands within tiny spaces, or masters of the Qi Eating Realm who commanded the Dharma Principles of a region, mostly still followed heaven's laws and earth's rules, maneuvering within an established order.
But what had just happened inside the rift had likely gone beyond the realm of spells and divine abilities. That was authority over time's flow and the reversal of cause and effect!
The Magic Power that had already dispersed three breaths ago and the blood and qi that had fallen into chaos had all returned to their original states. A defeat already suffered had been erased, and an unfinished fate had been reforged.
Deathly silence settled over the pool. The wind raised no ripples, and no one dared speak.
Zhao Canghai stood atop a reef, his body rigid and his hair and beard trembling faintly. His eyes, which had seen so much of the world, were filled with shock.
His throat was dry and tight, his blood and qi nearly frozen. Only after a long while did he force out a trembling question:
"Was that... a method of reversing space and time?"
He had naturally heard of such a divine ability.
According to legend, only Dao Foundation Real Persons who had reached an exceedingly profound realm could touch the edges of "space and time." Even they could not control time. Time could not be controlled, at least not by a True Person. That authority