Lin Ke looked at the lamp oil in his hand.
He quickly calculated that thirty breaths amounted to somewhere between one and two minutes.
If he saved a little every day, those small amounts would pile up and eventually have some effect.
A few minutes of control over the flow of time would be enough for him to kill a formidable enemy.
"Senior? Can this lamp oil be saved up?"
The Centipede Dragon Cultivator leaned closer to examine the little clay figure, then pointed at the tray in its hands. "Look at this tray. It's the shallowest kind found in any Lu Ban Lantern."
"Your lamp oil will probably fill it in less than three days."
"Once that happens, pouring in more mental power won't do any good."
Lin Ke had already expected this outcome. After all, this object was something that defied Heaven.
If there were no time limit on it either, wouldn't everything descend into chaos?
Fortunately, three days' worth of lamp oil would give him a full three to five minutes, enough time for him to accomplish many things.
Moreover, if a lamp like this could form a barrier, its ability to screen out karmic retribution and cut off divination would also make it just the place to hide from pursuing cultivators above the Fusion realm.
With that thought, Lin Ke tucked the Origin Tier Low-Grade clay figure into his robes.
He then rummaged through the rubbish heap for a while longer. Once he was sure there was nothing else of value, he headed upstairs.
He would keep half his mental power in reserve. He might need it upstairs.
Just as Lin Ke stepped onto the stairs and headed toward the second floor, the entire first floor of the Cold Moon Pavilion began to glow faintly, illuminating