The changes in Primordial Spacetime gradually came to a halt, and Zhao Cheng withdrew a portion of his power at this moment.
Without a doubt, when he had beaten up the Blood Saint earlier, he had not been in his complete state.
Even now, after withdrawing part of his power, a portion of it was still being used to sustain a ten-thousandfold acceleration of time across the entirety of Primordial Spacetime.
Accelerating an entire Primordial Spacetime was undoubtedly an incomparably terrifying feat. Compared to an Earth Universe, Primordial Spacetime was larger by an unknowable number of times. If Primordial Spacetime were a desert, then the Earth Universe would be no more than a single grain of sand within it.
By all reason, accelerating these two things of vastly different scales should have required power on entirely different orders of magnitude.
Yet the reality was not so.
Indeed, the mind alone seemed to possess little power. But a perfected realm of the mind was far from so simple.
If time were compared to a slowly spinning wheel, Zhao Cheng's current method of accelerating time was not to expend his own power to push the wheel of time into turning faster. Rather, from a higher level, it was like someone watching a video pressing the fast-forward button.
And what extra expenditure could fast-forwarding possibly require?!
There was no such thing as a sped-up video having richer content and therefore requiring more power.
Still, for the current Zhao Cheng, ten thousand times was already the limit—a limit within the rules.
If he surpassed that limit, it was not that Zhao Cheng could not do so. But deep in his heart, he had an intense feeling that exceeding it would trigger a phenomenon of "collapse," bringing extremely severe consequences.
Of course, a ten-thousandfold acceleration