Time...
What was time?
When the Time Dao Disc unfurled beneath him, Xu Xiaoshou felt himself detach from his body.
As though his soul had left its shell, he could look down upon the entire first-floor loft of the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion from a god's-eye view.
Mr. Siren sat at the tea table, pouring tea. Ba Zunan leaned silently against the wooden door. Kong Yuhen had quietly descended the wooden stairs, but lingered by their foot without coming closer.
They watched his body, while he observed them from on high.
"I... am time..."
An epiphany surged into his heart, and the sound of gently flowing water drifted past his ears.
From afar, outside the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion, a winding, illusory river pierced through the walls without obstruction. It began beneath his feet and stretched away behind him into the distance, like flowers glimpsed through mist—entirely unreal.
Not enough.
Still not enough.
He just had to keep charging ahead!
Xu Xiaoshou did not let the epiphany slip away. He continued exchanging Dao-Nurturing Seeds, planting them in the Dao-Nurturing Field, feeding their fruits to the Time Dao Disc, and maintaining the state.
"Time Dao Disc (12%)."
"Time Dao Disc (13%)."
"Time Dao Disc (14%)."
"..."
The progress was minuscule.
Like time itself, it pulsed at a fixed, slow rhythm.
Xu Xiaoshou realized in surprise that forcing the Time Dao Disc forward cost even more than major disks like the Sword Dao Disk and Art Dao Disk.
Previously, at most ten Dao-Nurturing Seeds—one million Passive Value—could raise major disks like the Sword Dao Disk and Art Dao Disk by 1%.
Every advancement of the Time Dao Disc required him to spend a hundred batches—ten million Passive Value.
By that calculation, from 11% to 90% would take eight hundred million Passive Value?