He closed his eyes and felt the changes within his body.
The evolution of his Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan had brought earth-shattering changes to both the quality and quantity of his dōjutsu power.
He could clearly sense that his original Yomotsu Space was undergoing a drastic evolution.
No, it was not merely evolution, but creation.
With a thought, Xuandou immediately entered his dōjutsu space.
Before him lay a world shrouded in gray.
It was Yomotsu Space, which he already knew well.
A gray sky, gray earth, and distant mountain outlines like phantom shapes in an ink painting.
But unlike before, the edges of this space were expanding, and its area had grown several times larger.
The spatial barriers had become sturdier, and its devouring ability had undergone a qualitative transformation.
Unless he granted his approval, any living being entering this space would be eroded and devoured by the world.
Chakra, life energy, and even lifespan would be absorbed by the space and fed back to Xuandou himself.
And beside Yomotsu Space, an entirely new world had appeared.
It was a desolate Gobi Desert, without any sign of life, without flowers or grass, without insects or birds, with nothing but endless sand and rocks.
The sky was dark red, and though there was no sun, there was light.
The wind was strong, whipping up sand that stung his face.
Xuandou stood in the center of the Gobi Desert, sensing what made this space unique.
"The flow of time here... is different from the outside world."
As the master of this space, he keenly detected the anomaly.
He raised his hand, looking at the lines on his palm as he sensed the passage of time.
A moment later, he was certain.
For every two minutes spent in this new space, only one minute passed