Time-Light turbulence.
This wasn't something An Jing had done on purpose. It was merely a passive effect of the Dharma Domain [Lord of the Four Seasons] he had spread around him.
More people encountered the same situation.
Trapped by the slow flow of time, they could only struggle futilely in place. In the end, they watched An Jing leave, filled with unwillingness and awe.
Of course, there were genuine powerhouses among them.
Those few prodigies at the very peak of strength, with a profound understanding of the Dao of Time Light, could use their own power to force their way into the inner reaches of An Jing's Dharma Domain.
After all, the test before the Ancestral Dragon Hall had been designed to assess precisely this ability. None of those who had made it here were weak.
But within the inner reaches of the Dharma Domain, the flow of time grew even more chaotic—and more dangerous.
Patches where fast and slow, advance and retreat, became indistinguishable overlapped and blended together.
"Pfft!"
A genius from an Upper Sect of the Dongtianyu Continent had ventured only a few yards inside before his face turned deathly pale. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and was forced to retreat in disarray, sitting down cross-legged on the spot to tend to his injuries.
Most of the others fared no better.
The moment they stepped in, most felt the Spirit Fiend within their bodies surge backward and their blood and qi churn. Injured internally, they had no choice but to stagger back, spitting blood as they searched for somewhere to recover.
Forget challenging him or asking him for advice—even getting close could injure them. They might even suffer the collapse of their physical bodies and internal Array Realms right on the spot!
This time, the