Was it really the 52nd?
As the saying went, thunder could be heard in silence. Madam Tracy's voice was still weak from just waking up, but the impact of her words was tremendous.
Yes, one of the small questions Fu Qian had wanted to confirm by insisting on staying was his earlier speculation about the Well of Time.
In his conversation with Old Man the Recorder, he had progressively pushed the date forward to the 52nd by changing the keywords one after another.
His main purpose at the time had naturally been to avoid the worst-case scenario he had imagined—that not only was everyone here evil, but Old Man was especially evil, and one slip might directly push time forward to Judgment Day.
And now, the facts proved that it had not been an unfounded suspicion. Time really had leaped three days at once, arriving at the 52nd.
Even though there had been no obvious change in the sky outside.
Even more outrageous, "the 52nd" had theoretically only been a search keyword. He had never directly told the other party to advance time to that day, yet it had somehow produced such a memetic effect.
Demon Mountain really was a dangerous place.
If he had not decisively smeared himself just now, the chances of taking Judgment Day head-on would only have kept rising.
Of course, there was another minor issue of logic here—were the people of Demon Mountain all this conscious of time?
Madam Tracy had been unconscious the entire time. Logically speaking, she should have had no awareness of the outside world.
Yet the moment she opened her eyes, without even checking a calendar, she had immediately concluded that she had been out for three days?
On one hand, time was treated like a game in this place, having