The Difference

After learning from the sword spirit that Chu Yang was already over forty, Samsara had Shi Lan ask one question after another, leaving nothing unchecked—from Chu Yang's birthplace to the whole story of how he had risen to prominence. It felt a little relieved, thinking perhaps it was merely a case of two people sharing the same name.

But once all the basic details matched and it was certain this was indeed the same Chu Yang, the hope in Samsara's heart was shattered. It let out a quiet sigh. Just as it had feared, the worst had happened.

Although the Xuanyang Continent was nowhere near the same level as the Lingyang Realm, it was still a great world, one that also contained peak experts capable of crossing the cosmos.

Rising to fame in a single year, reaching Chu Yang's current standing, and gaining control of a divine weapon that had given birth to a sword spirit—it simply wasn't realistic.

Shi Lan's rate of growth was already terrifying, yet she was still far from being able to fully control a divine weapon containing a sword spirit.

A year ago, when Samsara had received this mission, Chu Yang had been only fourteen. Now, though it had been in the Lingyang Realm for just a year, Chu Yang was already over forty.

Twenty-six years...

Time flowed twenty-six times faster on the Xuanyang Continent than in the Lingyang Realm!

It was common knowledge among the powerful that time flowed at slightly different rates in different worlds. The difference between some worlds could reach a terrifying hundredfold.

One day here, three months there; a hundred years in one world, a passing cloud in another.

In general, time flowed far more slowly in powerful worlds than in lower-level ones.

Samsara had initially thought that the Xuanyang