On the head of another Cultivator, a single long horn jutted out arrogantly, like a bolt of blazing lightning.
The horn curved in a naturally formed arc, its surface covered with fine patterns, as though engraving the marks of time itself.
His features were firm and resolute, and his skin gave off a faint glow.
From their bodies, an aura of terror that made one's soul shiver surged forth, as if the ruler of time had descended.
Their breath was like endless ages surging, and in their eyes there was a sense of control over time, as if they could pierce the dust of history, discerning past and future.
Time around them bent and twisted, creating disordered and warped visions. Space seemed to be wrapped in tangled time-lines like vines, with twisted radiance weaving through them.
The scenery in the surroundings, under the impact of time, became distorted and blurred, as if they were standing within a chaotic space-time.
