At that moment.
When Lin Tian turned his gaze toward the Primordial World, several million more years had already passed there.
This seclusion of his had lasted roughly three million years.
The Primordial World kept no count of years.
Lin Tian had already gone into seclusion countless times.
Countless times, what felt like the flick of a finger had ended with him emerging to find that tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years had passed in the Primordial World.
Yet the entire process of entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Worlds, reaching a Great Dao Primordial World, possessing Fuxi, and obtaining a great dao seed had actually taken Lin Tian only tens of thousands of years.
During that process, however, several million years had raced past in the Primordial World of the plane where his original self resided.
To Lin Tian, this was something worth examining carefully to uncover the mysteries behind it.
Lin Tian looked toward the Primordial World.
After the witch-demon calamity had subsided, the various races were no longer at daggers drawn, and peace had returned to the Primordial World.
Lin Tian withdrew his gaze and surveyed his Spirit Vine Ten Thousand Laws Heaven, whose spaces stretched for hundreds of millions of miles in every direction.
For Lin Tian, time was the reference by which he could discern the true nature of change between Primordial Worlds on different planes.
Time was one of the most important benchmarks he used.
"Compared with the other Great Dao Primordial Worlds, is this plane's world actually much smaller in terms of world rules?" Lin Tian murmured to himself.
During the brief period when Lin Tian had possessed Di Jun and entered that Di Jun Primordial World, tens of thousands of years had already elapsed on this plane.