"Helping you solve your problem..."
Murong Huai froze at that. "Uh, you can open this thing?"
Heavenly Condemnation waved a hand dismissively. "Tch. My strength may be less than one-millionth of what it was at my peak, but cracking a lousy stone is still a piece of cake. Don't underestimate me."
Murong Huai didn't argue. Heavenly Condemnation's power could be summed up in four words: beyond all doubt.
Then Murong Huai pointed at the stone and asked, "By the way, what is this thing?"
Heavenly Condemnation shook his head. "I don't know. But I can sense a special energy inside it. The reason your attacks and Soul Power couldn't open it is that an energy stopped them when they touched the stone... Though 'stopped' isn't quite right. It was more like they were brought to a standstill."
"Stopped? What kind of energy is that?"
Heavenly Condemnation thought for a moment. "It seems to be the power of time. This is going to be a bit troublesome. Whatever. We'll know once I open it."
As he spoke, Heavenly Condemnation returned to his main body. The three heads began to gather power, then unleashed three powerful streams of energy—gold, red, and green—which continuously bombarded the stone.
As time passed, cracks appeared across the stone's surface. The energy continued to intensify, and Murong Huai could feel his Soul Power draining rapidly.
Then the stone's surface shattered. But the instant it opened, a special energy enveloped the entire courtyard.
Everything in the courtyard froze in place. Even the breeze and falling leaves came to a halt.
Then an invisible force sent the leaves back to the branches, while the dust that had settled rose into the air again.
Inside the room, the shattered fragments began to reassemble, as if they were about to come