The Cosmic Light Hourglass slowly descended.
It remained about seven inches above the ground. The moonlight radiance covering its entire body had completely withdrawn inward, turning into a dark silver hue—gentle as jade, yet profound as the starry sky.
That luster was not static. It flowed between light and dark like breathing, and every alternation seemed to correspond to the cycle of day and night in some distant time and space.
The upper and lower lotus-pedestal chambers of the hourglass underwent subtle changes.
The originally inverted lotus petals grew fuller and more open, and fine rings of time naturally emerged upon every petal.
Those were the true marks time had left upon this Innate Spirit Treasure. Every ring represented the accumulation of an era of history.
The material of the lotus pedestals changed from jade-like warmth into a time crystal marrow that lay somewhere between illusion and reality. It appeared tangible, yet touching it felt like stroking flowing water, as though it might melt into the river of time at any moment.
The neck connecting the two chambers had now become completely transparent. Within it, the specks of light like stellar debris had condensed into a miniature galaxy that slowly revolved.
Within that galaxy, countless tiny points of light moved along profound trajectories. Some blazed like newborn supernovas, while others dimmed like stars in their twilight years, forming a miniature spectacle of cosmic time and space.
The Cosmic Light Hourglass before him was reflected in Ye Lin's pupils.
Not even the smallest change escaped Ye Lin's eyes.
The Sands of Time flowing within the hourglass had undergone a complete rebirth.
Every grain had changed from hazy silver radiance into a texture like seven-colored glazed glass.
Looking closely, every grain of sand contained a complete silhouette of time.
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