"Prajna-Nothingness?"
In his Vanishing Art state, Xu Xiaoshou saw Mr. Siren ready to throw his life away for him. He was frantic with anxiety.
So close!
Veins bulged at his temples. His right hand clenched fiercely, gripping something tight.
"This is?"
Xu Xiaoshou froze. Even his state of enlightenment was interrupted as he turned his head to look.
The Time Ancestor Shadow Staff—no one knew where it went, when it returned of its own accord, existing outside the world visible to others and beyond his own control—had emerged!
Boom.
Staring at the inexplicable staff, Xu Xiaoshou, who had still been trying to recall who had gifted this thing to him, suddenly felt as though his mind had been struck by lightning. His body jolted.
Countless fragments of time flashed before his eyes.
Innumerable streams of light intertwined into a river.
Endless versions of himself appeared across complicated stretches of time, each assuming a different posture.
Praying to gods and Buddhas, reclining sideways against a windowsill, crawling on the ground... all kinds of lottery draws! At that instant, a brand-new Dao Disk spun out beneath Xu Xiaoshou's feet—the Time Dao Disk he had long dreamed of!
"Time attribute, initiated?"
Being able to form a Time Dao Disk beneath his feet was no ordinary spiritual cultivator's initiation.
It was Xu-style Initiation—something that could combine with Unity of Heaven and Man, be used in battle, and whose upper limit could later soar to the level of an Upanishad! Holding the Time Ancestor Shadow Staff, Xu Xiaoshou finally felt as though he had grasped the staff's physical form, rather than merely clutching its shadow, like sand slipping through his fingers.
He instinctively pointed the staff outward, only to realize he was still in his Vanishing Art state and could not affect the real world.