What Zhao Fu should have been worried about now was whether the God of Time had failed to hear the news and left this place. If so, everything Zhao Fu had done would have been in vain.
Suddenly!
Zhao Fu sensed a ripple of time. A cat appeared at the edge of the clearing. It was larger than an ordinary cat and rather fat, about the size of a small pig.
It had a coat of noble purple fur and a pair of silvery-white eyes, radiating the aura of a god.
That cat was the God of Time.
The cat appeared beside the clearing and understood that danger lay ahead. It did not rashly approach; otherwise, the charred corpses all around would have been its fate.
Zhao Fu did not rush to act either. The cat was far too vigilant—any movement could make it flee. If it escaped, he would never be able to catch it next time.
After circling the area for a while, the cat opened its mouth and spat out a silver bubble over a meter wide, floating before it. The purple cat clumsily crawled into the bubble, then paddled with its paws, causing the silver bubble to drift toward the center of the clearing.
Something astonishing happened. The silvery-white bubble slowly drifted forward and entered the range of the restriction, yet the restriction did not react at all, as though it had not been triggered.
Seeing this, Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised. He felt that it was probably because of the bubble that the restriction had not been activated.
And that bubble possessed the time attribute.
Inside the bubble, the fat cat kept paddling its paws, and the bubble slowly floated beside the stone platform. Looking at the jade bottle atop it, the fat cat took