Thus Speed and Slowness, the Barbaric Wilds Arrive

"After the distortion of spacetime, more than five hundred years of evolution had brought all manner of unexpected changes to the Land of the Divine Remains. Yet from this enormous spacetime rift, one seemed able to glimpse certain clues."

Gazing at the pitch-black sphere, Qiu Yan pondered in silence.

This sphere, along with similar places, was called a Time Cave by the cultivators of the Land of the Divine Remains. In truth, it was a spacetime rift. The flow of time in the Land of the Divine Remains differed from that of the outside world. Under the distortion, discrepancies arose, tearing open gaps that became spacetime rifts.

However...

"To cultivate within a spacetime rift—if word got out, it would surely be shocking beyond belief. Outside, merely approaching a rift would probably shatter one's body." Whether from the experiences of his previous life or the cultivation of this one, Qiu Yan knew that the power of space vastly exceeded imagination.

Living beings existed within space just as a person in a painting was painted upon paper. If the paper bearing the colors was damaged, how could the person in the painting survive alone? The same reasoning held true for space.

"Yet the Land of the Divine Remains is a special case. The tearing of spacetime originates from the distortion of time. In that case, could the Blank Divine Power ultimately precipitated through cultivation in a Time Cave be produced through the passage of time? But then cultivators themselves should suffer tremendous losses to their lifespan. Has no one noticed?"

Questions circulated through his mind as Qiu Yan examined the many memories he had obtained. All of them indicated that the Time Caves themselves did not damage one's lifespan.

"Is Time Ore at work? After more than twenty years of research, I