Blegh!!
Another mouthful of blood spilled out, breaking into countless droplets as it fell.
Lu Xialeng's body tilted, and she fell directly onto the pages of the Book of Ages. Meanwhile, the "inkstone," "ink," and "brush" swayed precariously in midair, barely holding on.
This was the second time Lu Xialeng had used the Book of Ages to rewind time by one second, causing Youming's second sword strike to return without accomplishing anything.
But it was obvious that using the Book of Ages in this Ninth Epoch World to alter history—even if that history was only the previous second—came at an enormous cost.
What she had spat out was her life essence blood!
Youming had become very, very impatient.
It was true that he had created the Book of Ages, but he had also discarded it. He had even once tried every possible means to destroy this peerless tome, into which he had poured countless efforts—a book that had directly turned the "Heavenly Way" into something formulaic, programmed, and tangible. Thus, the Book of Ages' spirit was actually hostile toward him, its Creator. On top of that, he currently possessed only half the strength he had at his peak and lacked the power to offset the Book of Ages' influence.
Therefore, theoretically speaking, as long as the other side paid enough energy—that was, enough "Source"—they could still use the Book of Ages to destroy him!
Although Youming knew very well that the amount of "Source" needed to destroy him was astronomical, and that even pooling together the "Source" of everyone present would not be enough, he still feared that something unexpected might happen—countless experiences had taught him that accidents always occurred under "impossible" circumstances.
For all those reasons, Youming's third sword swung down diagonally without a word of nonsense, without the