Chen Zidian and his companion's slashes were swift, yet in Huo Yuhao's eyes, they were also slow.
Flowers bloomed and withered, the four seasons turned, and every trace would fade. Only, how long that took was not for you or me to measure.
Since every trace would fade, all effort was meaningless. It would be better to do nothing at all. Why seek out trouble for oneself? Was waiting to fade away not the most reasonable approach?
The Huo Yuhao of the past might have agreed, or he might have remained silent. The Huo Yuhao of the present would say, "No!"
Whether they faded away or were meaningless, no living things would wait. They might be fast or slow, strong or weak, but they would not wait. They would choose to struggle, whether that struggle was active or passive.
Life would keep going. No matter what it encountered, life would always expend every effort to find a way to continue.
Everything in nature was like this. Mountains and rivers could not stop it, nor could bitter cold or scorching heat, and neither the visible nor the invisible chose to submit...
Within Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness, the rose-gold Soul Ring, the Green-Gold Soul Ring, and the Emerald Green Soul Ring resonated simultaneously with the Dream Paradise markings on his forehead.
The angel divine power and Rakshasa divine power were withdrawn, while the specks of emerald light on Huo Yuhao's body, like stars in the night sky, began to surge.
At that moment, Huo Yuhao's perception of time expanded without limit. An instant could be eternity, and eternity could also be an instant.
The Angel Holy Sword and Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Huo Yuhao's hands also vanished. A ring resembling vines, mountains, rivers, and everything in this world, both visible and