"I wonder if Mister Ba Zunan has found the Heavenly Realm yet..."
"But sure enough, with Xu Xiaoshou gone, the Time Realm has become much safer."
Within the chaotic, shattered Time Realm, Kong Yuhen stood amid the Dao and silently surveyed this world.
Though those leisurely days of drinking tea at the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion were gone, having the Time Realm to himself, far from the clamor of the battlefield, was another kind of enjoyment.
"I wonder what state the Holy Spirit Continent has been reduced to."
"But Xu Xiaoshou has already passed the Thirty-Two Thunder Tribulation Array Group. By rights, there should be few opponents for him even among the Zero-Return Ancestral Gods."
"The flames of war probably won't spread into the Time Realm."
A paradise beyond the world!
That was how Kong Yuhen had regarded the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion, and how he regarded the Time Realm now.
He did not need to do anything more. Either Xu Xiaoshou would finish everything, or Ba Zunan would return with the New Heavenly Realm. Then the dust would settle.
"Urgh!"
A sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his thoughts.
Kong Yuhen slightly condensed his true form from the Great Dao.
"Again..."
His brows knitted.
Yet he knew this was the gradual manifestation of his strength being overdrawn.
Pains like this had come intermittently over the years. At least once every month, each episode lasting one or two weeks.
Although Xu Xiaoshou had helped greatly and given him several incomparably precious drops of life medicine fluid, it was still not enough to sustain such a vast Time Realm.
Those few drops of nourishment had long since been used up.
"Hm?"
But Kong Yuhen quickly realized something was wrong.
This pain had come suddenly, but it did not arrive in waves. Instead,