Rows of tiny firefly-like words appeared rapidly:
"The tomb coffin was empty."
"The constant spell on the coffin: Time-Space Torrent, has now been activated."
The silver curtain descended, turning into a cold, invisible current that instantly soaked Gu Qingshan from head to toe.
"Attention: you have stopped in the present moment."
Gu Qingshan stood in the current and looked back toward the palace.
The mist no longer swirled.
Everyone was frozen in place.
Everything had stopped.
All things were trapped in the present moment.
Suddenly, a voice rang out:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Gu Qingshan turned around and saw a young woman sitting atop the tomb coffin.
"...It's you."
He stared for a moment before speaking.
The young woman looked down at him, leaned forward, and asked, "What have you figured out? Why did you insist on coming here to open the coffin yourself?"
Gu Qingshan said, "As Time Mother, you seemed not to know anything from beginning to end, and you never fought alongside me. I found the tomb myself. The demons' fighting and retreating also seemed far too deliberate, like they were putting on a play—but my Fate Skill didn't react at all. That made no sense. Then I remembered a certain spell."
"What spell?" the young woman asked.
"The Parallel World Art," Gu Qingshan said.
A faint smile touched the young woman's lips. "You guessed correctly. One Person, Ten Thousand Lives; Parallel World; and the Ignorance of All Spirits are the three basic spells of the Evil-Natured Demons. They are the foundation of their power."
She softly murmured an incantation.
Gu Qingshan felt himself gently rise, buoyed by the current.
"I'm sending you and your island away from here, deep into the Eternal Destruction Ruins. The mist will conceal you and let