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Having unexpectedly mastered a powerful technique, Shen Changchuan did not feel much joy in his heart.

He understood

that he had been affected by the artistic conception of this move!

His own emotional perception,

and even the living beings in the real world, had all been influenced by that artistic conception of time slipping away!

That was why, with a single move, everything within several yards had turned into a land of death.

This gave Shen Changchuan a faint realization.

This move of his

was actually somewhat similar to an artistic conception.

With one sword strike, time turned in cycles. The living beings nearby felt their own time rapidly draining away—an instant spanning hundreds or thousands of years—until they were utterly extinguished!

Whether flowers, grass, and trees nearby, or insects and bacteria beneath the earth, all withered away in that moment, as though the remaining years of their lives had been severed clean away.

It was not because Shen Changchuan had truly grasped the supreme divine power of time.

Rather, it was a consequence brought about by an extraordinarily powerful artistic conception!

Yet the infectious force contained within this artistic conception was countless times stronger than the intent or momentum he had grasped in the Qi Induction realm!

It was utterly incomparable to the intent—or rather, momentum—of the past.

Shen Changchuan vaguely recalled a story about a punishment from his previous life.

A death-row prisoner would be bound inside a pitch-black, silent room. A cut would be made on his wrist, then a device dripping water would be placed nearby, allowing the prisoner to hear the drip-drip of water striking the ground. Thinking that his wrist was continuously bleeding, the prisoner would soon truly die of terror.

Shen Changchuan did not know whether that story was true.

But the fact