The attack had failed because Lu Yin had seized the gray silk around him. That was Time.
He lowered his head, his gaze filled with amazement and curiosity. "So this is retribution? I thought you were mocking yourself. Turns out this is a way of wielding Time. Interesting. Very interesting. Do it again." As he spoke, he let go of the gray silk and allowed Shang Jing to retreat.
Shang Jing trembled, then stopped in space.
Lu Yin said coldly, "I said, do it again."
Shang Jing gave a bitter smile. "I can't. Retribution uses Gao Tian's death as a weapon of Time. Gao Tian only died once, so I could only strike once."
Lu Yin stared at Shang Jing. His eyes were fixed on it, but his gaze was distant and contemplative. He had thought of something.
Time and karma were two sides of the same thing. Shang Jing had witnessed Gao Tian's death and frozen that moment, turning it into today's retribution. Was this a use of Time or a use of karma? Or was it neither?
Neither. It wasn't Time, nor was it karma. It was—a scene? The past? History?
Time and karma could be a line or two sides of a plane, but both existed within the universe. So what encompassed them? The universe? No, the universe was space. But the past existed within Time, so what encompassed the past and Time?
Karma could strike Time from afar, breaking the Illusion Imprint. .🅆.
The Nine Transformations required drawing out a river of Time and leaving behind a temporal imprint.
He suddenly thought of Zhaoran. She had once created a move of her own—Time Album. It divided every moment of the present into an album, preventing enemies from seeing the transition of time as a whole.
This