It was clearly illusory, yet Lu Yin felt it was incomparably real.
It was as if he had entered that dead sea once more and faced the Trial Sword Stone again.
The Trial Sword Stone raised its stone arm and slashed.
One sword fell, coming from the distant past and from the present. He didn't know where it came from, or whether the scenes in the dead sea had truly happened. This sword gave him the illusion that time itself had blurred as he recalled it again and again. His mind held nothing but that single sword, replaying it over and over, slashing down again and again, until eternity.
Time lost all meaning in that moment. When thought stood still forever, what one perceived was eternity.
Time and space were false. Only oneself was real.
Only that sword was real.
The sword fell, and it was as if countless swords fell at once. The power of divinity within him and the power refined from dead silence wound around each other, forming an incredibly complex-looking knot. They twisted around one another, growing from small to large, as if a path were spreading farther and farther away.
At that moment, Lu Yin was like a bystander. Whether it was the two powers merging, that sword, time, space, or even the dead sea outside his body, none of it was under his control.
He had disregarded time itself, and time would bring punishment.
If he couldn't escape this eternal state of self-awareness, he would sink into complete stillness. Even if someone attacked him from outside, he wouldn't react.
At this moment, anyone could kill him.
But the outside world knew nothing of it.
They were still waiting for Zui Cang to return.
What Lu Yin thought was the passage of time amounted to