"Zheming Society Head, spread your spiritual sense!"
Following that shout, Gandonggon finally realized that the attack seemed to have stopped.
He spread his spiritual sense again and witnessed an unbelievable sight.
Kosta was still in the midst of attacking, but his movements had become terrifyingly slow. The Yuan magnetic energy gathered, its transformations taking an abnormally long time. Even a novice who had only just learned spells would not be this slow.
Though every strike remained swift, the frequency of his attacks had plummeted.
—No, it was not just that.
He seemed able to sense only Kosta's light. When his spiritual sense swept over, it could touch only the Dao light; whatever lay beneath that light was completely beyond his perception. It was as though it were merely an illusory silhouette made of light.
Only many years later did he learn an apt comparison—it was like a little insect trapped in amber.
The reference frames of him and the Grand Judge had been misaligned.
Tiantian Xiangxing Ruler.
The current Wang Qi could already unleash such a spell at will. If his true body—the Beast Mechanism swarm—were close enough, he would not even need to borrow the mighty power of celestial bodies.
He himself was a mighty power.
In that instant, he warped this stretch of spacetime.
Then, a split spirit calmly stepped out from its unique reference frame and into this battlefield. Objects from different reference frames could not meaningfully interact. Now, he entered the Zheming Society Head's reference frame.
Perhaps because of Gandonggon's ferocity in brazenly seizing the Heavenly Sword's Sword Qi, he held a great deal of goodwill toward this seeker of the Dao among the Fire Folk.
Gandonggon, meanwhile, stared in shock at the Ming before him.
That dot-matrix Nascent Soul was identical to the leader of