Chapter 72

As the first drop of coffee in the hourglass passed through the spiral key, the flow of time across the entire New World suddenly turned uneven. Jane stood before the bar, watching her left hand alternate between crystallizing into glass and returning to flesh and blood. Outside the window, the World Tree flickered between the state of a seedling and a towering giant, while even the coffee cup markings on the foreheads of the Purple-robed figures shifted constantly between the symbols of different eras. "This is no ordinary hourglass..." Xingmang’s Mechanical Heart overclocked, data streams cascading down its single-lens eyepiece like a torrential downpour. "It is… it is synchronously deconstructing every timeline."