Lu Yin saw only that single ripple, nothing else. It was just one ripple, and he watched it for a long time, silently counting the passage of time: one day, two days, three days... one year, two years, three years, until a hundred years, a thousand years...
How could this be? A thousand years had passed, yet that ripple still hadn't flowed past completely. What was happening to him? Was this a talent? But Bai Xian'er's talent was clearly the Immortal Luo Flower.
That single ripple flowed for a thousand years, and Lu Yin watched it for a thousand years. He couldn't move—or rather, he could, but even the smallest movement would take more than a thousand years, just like the ripple.
His thoughts, however, remained perfectly normal. He counted the time, and a thousand years had definitely passed.
Was his perception being magnified? Was his awareness of the outside world's passage of time being stretched endlessly, while his own cognition remained unchanged?
This was a talent. It had to be.
A sharp pain struck from his abdomen, and Lu Yin snapped back to the present. A black line flashed before his eyes. It was still Open Heaven. He hurriedly dodged and looked down. His once-withered body had somehow recovered, but a huge bloody gash had been cut across his abdomen by Open Heaven.
Lu Yin looked at Bai Xian'er. "You have two talents."
Bai Xian'er smiled faintly. "Brother Xiaoxuan, you haven't managed to hurt me once yet."
Lu Yin's expression turned grave. Reverse Step and brute force had both failed. And that moment when his perception had been magnified without limit had been terrifying. Even he couldn't avoid it—or rather, he didn't know how.
While his perception was magnified without limit, Bai Xian'er could attack him at will.
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