Who?
Not sure.
Cursed Yin merely promised that once He breaks the seal, a century is granted; beyond that, Cursed Yin knows nothing else.
The sky suddenly darkened, as if muffled thunder exploded abroad.
Out of nowhere, the five regions felt a suppression, as though someone was enraged but dared not show too much.
"Bazhun'an..."
Kong Yuhen turned his head and began secretive telepathic communication.
He probably is aware of the Third Ancestor's machinations, yet with the Time Realm initiated, his thoughts were only on the future:
"Once the Time Realm is stable, I should be able to modify the speed of time flow, tenfold? Hundredfold? It's uncertain now, but it should be within this range."
"If you enter the Time Realm, and have the Third Ancestor's partitioned assistance from the rear, I might attempt dividing the river of time into nine, with nine lines parallel in the Realm, aiding you to ascend to the Heavenly Realm faster."
