"The time Dao!"
Chen Xuan's heart stirred.
His Zhaoxi Bizheng fate pattern had been formed from a Dao fruit of the time Dao's laws. Comprehending the time Dao, one of the Nine Orders, should be somewhat easier for him.
At once, Chen Xuan walked up to the stele and sat cross-legged, extending his divine sense into its surface. The jade stele glimmered faintly, and a vast tide of information flooded his Sea of Consciousness. Words, images, intentions, and insights intertwined in layer upon layer, forming an immense cultivation diagram.
Cultivation of the time Dao began with sensing minute differences in the flow of time. All things in the world moved at different speeds, and so the flow of time they experienced differed as well.
Sitting atop a mountain and watching drifting clouds, their gathering and dispersing was time; sitting beside a stream and watching running water, its rising and falling was also time.
But these were merely the outward manifestations of time, not its essence.
The true time Dao required one to sense the existence of time itself, separate it from the motion of all things, and understand it as an independent, tangible power.
Chen Xuan closed his eyes and sank his divine sense into the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.
He stirred that strand of time law.
The time power within his Zhaoxi Bizheng fate pattern resonated in a wondrous way with the time Dao cultivation method he had just received.
It felt like a key sliding into its matching lock, clicking smoothly with a gentle turn.
The mass of silver-gray time power in his Sea of Consciousness trembled faintly, then began to flow slowly along the circulation route recorded in the time section of the Nine-Order Fundamentals.
It surged from the depths of his fate pattern, passed