"You sent it away."
"Yes."
"Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?"
"I felt it. It deliberately took my blow so it could use an Art that would kill me. You threw it somewhere else."
"We should go too," Xu Yuan said.
"Back to the beginning of time? Start everything over from that moment?" Lu Feiming asked.
"No," Xu Yuan said.
"No? You sent the Ancient God to the beginning of the timeline, but we aren't going back with it?" Lu Feiming said.
"I set up a Ten Days Timeline Segment," Xu Yuan said.
"Right. Ten days in all, starting from the day the Dark Staircase was born," Lu Feiming said.
"The Ancient God will walk that timeline from beginning to end. But we're done playing with it. We'll go to the day after those Ten Days and start from there," Xu Yuan said.
Lu Feiming froze.
Xu Yuan smiled. "That Ten Days Timeline Segment is called the Time Prison. We'll lock it inside and let it tie itself in knots with suspicion."
Lu Feiming hesitated. "Then we—"
"We leave this Ten Days prison and keep moving forward. We go our separate ways from it," Xu Yuan said.
"The Ancient God won't break out, will it?" Lu Feiming asked worriedly.
Xu Yuan smiled but said nothing.
The Dark Crown Ritual was the Universe's self-Ascension.
The Ancient God had feared that ritual. That was why it had ambushed the Three Realms and destroyed the Universe's ritual.
And now it had taken two solid punches from Lu Feiming. They had punched straight through its body.
Wounds that severe would not heal easily.
The Ancient God had eight hundred schemes turning in its head. After what it had suffered, it would be full of doubts and busy tending its wounds. It would