The Power of Time came from the starry sky within my heart. As that power was drawn out, the starry sky within my heart began to collapse.
There was also some Power of Time in Flowing Light Dancing, but unfortunately, Flowing Light Dancing had been taken away long ago.
Lu Yin fell asleep again, while Lord Mi continued cultivating.
When Lu Yin awoke once more, gray power swirled around Lord Mi. "This went more smoothly than before. The Power of Time you possess has reached the Master-level. It's hard to imagine anyone cultivating different kinds of power to the Master-level, even if they've only just begun."
Lu Yin looked at Lord Mi impassively. "You don't need to show me the past. I can't stop you from doing anything."
Lord Mi shook his head. "I told you, I'll do my best to give you the fairness you deserve for everything you've done for civilization, whether or not you accept it."
Lu Yin turned away and looked at the dark starry sky.
Accept it? If he had a choice, of course he wouldn't.
But deep down, his resentment was fading.
So were his hatred and helplessness. It was as though he were calmly accepting his fate.
That was what Lord Mi wanted, wasn't it?
This time, they arrived among the countless cultivators of the Nine Fortresses. They saw powers such as karma and time spreading—and, astonishingly, the ones teaching them were members of the Master Clan.
The Master Clan was actually teaching the people of the Nine Fortresses how to cultivate?
He remembered what he had seen of the past: the Main Dao had propped up human puppets who knelt and worshipped them. It seemed they had done a great deal.
"They taught the Six Great Masters' powers. The more one cultivates