"Mm..."
Another three days passed, and the Silver Dragon King's colorful divine power gradually stabilized.
At this moment, Gu Chen was not by the Silver Dragon King's side.
A faint disturbance reached him. Gu Chen's gaze darkened slightly, and before the girl leaning against his shoulder could move, he froze space-time once more.
He vanished swiftly, then returned in less than a second.
He held a black Three-Legged Cauldron in his hand, while the Chaos Sword had been stored away in Chaos Space.
To avoid any accidents, he still needed a weapon.
Never mind whether this weapon could still keep up with his current strength—at a time like this, a weaker weapon was actually better.
He finally understood why A-Meng had been missing two souls back then. So he had taken them away... then where had that bell come from?
That thing had only been a phantom. He could not make out the primordial script, laws, Great Dao, or Truth upon it, but he had recognized what it was.
He just did not dare say it aloud.
Even if it was not a Saint, but merely a Quasi-Saint or a Golden Immortal of the Great All-Encompassing Heaven, what if simply speaking its true name made it slap him from afar?
Then he really would ascend.
"Phew..."
Gu Chen took another deep breath, rewound time to ten seconds earlier, and slowly released the space-time dimension.
Space-time was space-time. Of course, he could freely adjust the coordinates of time and space.
There had simply been no need for it. He usually used it as nothing more than a time stop.
But now, he truly needed to prepare himself mentally.
"..."
Under the observation of his Double Pupils, Gu Chen could see with absolute clarity that the girl's red pupils trembled slightly,