Cold sweat streamed down like rain, tinged with a faint trace of blood. It had already soaked through Yang Xuanzhou's robes, making his body tremble uncontrollably.
Yet even as a chill seeped through his entire body, a boiling heat rampaged within him, turning his skin an unhealthy crimson.
In this state, let alone circulating his cultivation and casting techniques, even moving a finger or opening his mouth brought him unbearable agony.
"My time... right... it's time..."
As the aura of death grew ever more tangible, Yang Xuanzhou's mind instead became increasingly clear.
He swiftly recalled all the information he had learned from his own Immortal Venerable. After comparing it piece by piece, he reached a conclusion: the reason his vitality had suddenly been cut off and he had fallen into this repeating predicament was, in all likelihood, because that Upper Realm cultivator had cast a technique using Time Daoist Magic.
Faced with an immortal art that so vastly surpassed his own cultivation realm, Yang Xuanzhou clearly had no power to resist.
Even though he struggled to stir his divine sense and soul flame, hoping to send this information out, before those unbreakable shackles of time and space, all his persistence and effort were destined to be futile.
This time, Jun Qian had struck at Canglan Continent with a rare treasure, immortal arts, and the power of the Divine Ability of Creation combined. To every Lower Realm cultivator, Chen Yang included, it was an utterly one-sided crushing blow.
The two sides occupied completely unequal positions of strength, and between them lay an immense gulf of information.
On top of that, Jun Qian had plotted for a long time and calculated deeply, while a genuine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation provided cover for his actions.
With the prepared calculating against the unprepared, all Chen