The skin of the arms begins to wrinkle at a speed visible to the naked eye, the cells begin to atrophy, the muscles age, and even the strength begins to weaken.

This, this is...

Lin Xiao's eyes widened.

years!

This is the power of time, or time.

He could feel that where the dark gray air flow passed through, it was like flowers falling, life withering, and vegetation withering.

However.

Just when the dark gray air flow rushed into the spiritual sea, both the True Dragon Tower and the small black sword shook violently, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

But at the next moment.

Before the two of them could move, all the power of artistic conception moved first.

Swish, swish, swish...!!!

The power of the nine artistic conceptions gathered together in an instant, exuding nine rhymes of brilliance, illuminating the spiritual sea into a rainbow-like splendor.

That wisp of dark gray air seemed to be frozen in this dazzling light.

It wants to struggle and escape.

But in the end, we are weak and outnumbered.

Under the joint attack of the nine powers of artistic conception, this wisp of dark gray air began to be slowly refined and absorbed, and then gradually melted into Lin Xiao's body.

Understand!!

A power that completely transcends artistic conception.

Lin Xiao temporarily called it the power of time.
Chapter completed!