Shen Changchuan stood in the courtyard.
As he stirred his power,
the true intent of time surged around him like flowing water. A wondrous aura circulated, sending layer upon layer of visible ripples spreading through the air.
In an instant,
overlapping visions of plants withering and flourishing, of all things changing and turning, flashed into existence and vanished in the void.
Amid those hazy, overlapping visions,
within the tiny stretch of heaven and earth surrounding Shen Changchuan,
Roaming Dragon seemed to glimpse time racing forward and the years rolling past in that single instant!
And this
was not merely an illusion!
As the power of the true intent of time spread over everything,
the teacups on the table cracked soundlessly, while the tea hung suspended in midair, as though frozen.
Even the bricks and stone beneath their feet began to decay visibly.
Roaming Dragon reached out.
A faint wisp of true intent wound around his fingertip like a tangible thread of profound mysteries.
In that same instant,
he, too, felt the years urging him toward old age. Under the influence of this true intent, the vitality within his body seemed poised to drain away rapidly, until he became a handful of yellow earth buried beneath the ground!
At that moment,
Roaming Dragon's pupils abruptly contracted, and even his breathing stopped for an instant!
Naturally, Shen Changchuan's true intent could not affect him much.
In fact,
even if Shen Changchuan attacked with all his strength, he probably could not hurt him in the slightest!
But
to directly affect his state of mind
was certainly not something an ordinary degree of comprehension of true intent could accomplish!
It could be said that,
in a single instant,
Roaming Dragon already had his answer.
But-
"How... how is this possible?!"
Towering waves surged through