As his thoughts raced, Pei Ling immediately circulated his Immortal Power under the system's control, rapidly refining the law.
His aura gradually settled, but the state within him—something that was and wasn't immortal—grew even more intense, as though it were brewing something...
Pei Ling suddenly realized that, in his field of vision, this stretch of time, which had once been bewildering and bizarrely chaotic, resembled a vast maze.
It was as if he were looking down from above. He could clearly see countless passageways winding and twisting through the maze, spreading in every direction. These paths could take him to a more distant past, or bring him back to Qingqiu during the Primordial War...
In his eyes, time seemed to have shed a veil, no longer quite so mysterious.
Yet somewhere deep down, he had an intensely powerful premonition: having obtained these two extraordinarily precious Time Laws, he would be utterly trapped in the chess game!
Even if he climbed the Jianmu during the coming Primordial War, he would be unable to return to the ordinary flow of time in the Panyai Realm of later ages!
Those two chess pieces were both an opportunity and a price...
However, just as Pei Ling was comprehending the Time Laws, Yan had already come to her senses. Her gaze flashed like a sword as she abruptly turned toward Pei Ling and spoke in a grand, chilling voice: "The [Mysteries] of time!"
The moment her words fell, a white blur flashed. Yan appeared in front of Pei Ling in an instant, spread her five fingers, and transformed them into razor-sharp claws, which she viciously swiped at his head.
Whoosh!
Amid the sound of blades cutting through the air, Yan's claws passed through Pei Ling's head without resistance. They found nothing where they struck. Though