Sword light was like rain, and the edge was like tide, the aura of death closing in with unprecedented intensity.
Yet at that very moment, faced with the countless Heart Swords slashing down at him from all directions, An Jing’s eyes opened wide. Deep within his pupils, burning with the light of true spirit and lightning, the faint, rotating image of an armillary sphere was visible!
Wielding the Heavenly Time, he drew a deep breath—inhaling, inhaling, inhaling without end—until the inner qi within his body surged and burned, spinning and compressing at double speed.
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