Chaos.
Clear and turbid were indistinguishable.
There was no yin and yang, no four seasons, no rules or order.
This was a peculiar divine space. Being within it was like being submerged in flowing sludge, obscure and impossible to control; even thought itself seemed to grind to a halt.
His chest felt tight and his breath short. That was Xu Xiaoshou's only sensation.
This feeling was countless times more unbearable than entering that special world by drawing out a mastery-type passive skill.
No! The latter was not uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, it was thoroughly enjoyable.
Xu Xiaoshou instinctively drew a breath, only to feel his soul swallow a mouthful of filth. He nearly vomited.
He reached out as though drowning, and actually grabbed onto something! With something tangible in his hand, it was as if he had found solid ground beneath his feet, a point of support. Only then did he feel a little better.
But only a little!
"Time."
A gentle voice sounded beside his ear, and the object clenched tightly in his hand faintly lit up.
It was as though something had begun flowing through his life. Only then could Xu Xiaoshou see the world clearly.
Blurred, viscous, hazy... he still could not make out anything!
But what he held was the Time Ancestor Shadow Staff. That much was certain! This supernatural weapon had granted time to this world—or rather, to himself within this world.
Thus, some dimensions of the space around Xu Xiaoshou were broadened. He entered an environment suitable for him and began to breathe and think normally.
"Brother Anxiety?"
Looking to the side, he saw Kong Yuhen nearby. He had also been pulled into this world.
However, Kong Yuhen's figure in this divine space was exceedingly blurry, faintly divisible into two parts.
Time