Zhao Guangyin stood at the heart of the temporal blades, his white hair drifting amid the swirling gray-white debris, silver-gray fissures that cleaved the heavens reflected in his pure white pupils.
"You said time could not kill the essence of space."
"But space itself consists of countless coordinate points."
"Every coordinate point exists within time."
"I split the space you merged into into thousands upon thousands of fragments, scrambling the temporal order of every fragment."
"When you reassemble them, the temporal sequence between those fragments will be in chaos."
"Can you still maintain the integrity of space?"
Phantom Spirit fell silent.
He felt it.
The space he had merged into was being torn apart into countless fragments, each bearing a different temporal sequence.
Some fragments had an extremely slow flow of time, so slow that a single thought took several breaths to turn within them.
Other fragments had an extremely rapid flow of time, so rapid that his true body was scattered by the torrent of time before it could even reassemble.
For the first time, his Space Great Dao had been forced into such a state.
He was forced to use the integrity of space itself to withstand the slicing of the laws of time.
"Zhao Guangyin."
Phantom Spirit's voice suddenly calmed. Beneath that calm lay a weighty resolve.
"Your move truly is formidable."
"I never expected you to use the laws of time in reverse to carve apart space."
"You truly are a genius. Back then, you tried to steal the power of the Time Great Dao. Such a perilous gamble was something only you would dare attempt."
"I admire you greatly."
"But."
He paused.
"You have forgotten one thing."
"The essence of the Space Great Dao has never been merely controlling the shape and structure of space."