"Though I've shaken off Chen for now, I can't delay too long. I must pinpoint the moment quickly, or the little water from the River of Time left on me will evaporate!"
Within the mist, the Lord of Self floated forward.
Faint golden light was slowly falling apart around him. A thin golden layer still shielded his skin, but the Buddha projection that had seized him and pulled him here had vanished. The Buddha Light that had guided him here was fading too.
Watching the Buddha Light on the verge of disappearing entirely, the Lord of Self wore a mocking smile.
"He calls himself the World-Honored One and aspires to become a Dao Lord, yet the moment trouble comes, he runs faster than anyone! With such breadth of mind and vision, I doubt he'll accomplish much—unless his rival is even more useless. But judging by the Ancestor of Blood Sea's legendary temperament, he should have struck. Why hasn't he made a sound? It's almost as if he's deliberately avoiding the gap in the River of Time. Does he have even less courage than the World-Honored One?"
With that thought, he drew his gaze from the last of the golden light and looked around.
The scene inside the mist was entirely different from the one outside.
A faintly glowing ribbon of light came from afar and stretched into endless emptiness like a long corridor. Discs lined both sides of it. A close look at their details revealed what they were—
Sundial discs, one after another!
But they were made of different materials—
Some were green throughout, seemingly carved from jade; some looked ancient and were made of stone; some gleamed coldly, plainly forged from iron; some glittered gold, cast from brass; some radiated a chill, formed from solid ice; and some