The divine power of "A Thought, A Thousand Autumns" was truly terrifying. The instant Qi Wugou unleashed it, even Tu Menluo's Primordial Spirit could not escape. It was swept into the divine power's force, something even experts who had cultivated to the Manifest Spirit realm could not withstand. "Flying Demon" Jun Changye and "Bone Demon" King Mingbei, whose cultivation and arcane power were even inferior, fared all the worse.
The three of them had their time frozen once again. Only their thoughts accelerated, experiencing the span of time where "a snap of the fingers held sixty ksanas, and a single ksana contained a hundred years of spring and autumn."
Within that motionless world, Tu Menluo, Jun Changye, and King Mingbei gradually became numb in mind and spirit after enduring such vast stretches of time, as though they had stopped thinking altogether.
Three years—three whole years. At last, the long, despairing wait of endless monotony passed, and the effect produced by that strange radiance vanished.
"You bastard... finally... it's over..."
This "Thousand-Year Tu" had suffered no tangible injury. In truth, "A Thought, A Thousand Autumns" possessed no power to harm.
Yet after breaking free from that perilous state, both the movement of his thoughts and the circulation of his arcane power had slowed by a beat.
Even his Primordial Spirit itself had become utterly unfamiliar, as if his thoughts had fallen out of step with the entire world.
"Damn it, don't tell me I've gone into qi deviation?"
"Why did a dead bald donkey like Ai Hui Lianhuasheng create such a bizarre demonic art?!"
"No... I can't get caught by it again!"
Almost the instant he recovered, Tu Menluo let out a roar and shot away like lightning in his Rainbow-Transcending Form. He did not even care about the Dark Mist