The dust trembled incessantly. Lu Yin's gaze burned with determination. He had to shatter it.
At that moment, the dust was no more than a meter away from him.
The pressure descended. Lu Yin felt like an ordinary person watching a mountain fall toward him. He couldn't help spitting blood. He kept going. Sky Turning Palm, Sky Turning Palm, Sky Turning Palm...
His movements grew faster and faster, and the dust trembled more and more violently.
The pressure on Lu Yin grew heavier and heavier. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He simply couldn't take it anymore.
Then, a beam of light appeared beside him. It was his second Inner World—Flowing Light.
Flowing Light streaked through space. Lu Yin felt time reverse. He saw the dust several meters above him. He wanted to leave, but couldn't. He wanted to move, but couldn't. It was as if he saw another version of himself. This was a scene from moments ago. Flowing Light had taken him into the past.
What good was seeing the past if he couldn't change it?
Lu Yin returned to the present. Flowing Light roared toward the dust, and the dust miraculously moved backward a little. It was only a tiny bit, equivalent to where it had been one second earlier, but it filled Lu Yin with hope. Flowing Light could reverse time, even if only for a brief moment.
One second, one second, one second. Flowing Light kept darting around the dust, while Lu Yin continued to unleash Sky Turning Palm.
Outside the Source Tribulation's range, countless people stared blankly. Most still couldn't understand what was happening, but those who did were stunned.
"He—he actually reversed time!" Mu Tao exclaimed in shock. To most people, time was an elusive concept. Even those capable