At this moment, Wang Xuan furrowed his brows.
"Will my head disappear like that too?"
This was indeed a problem worth contemplating.
Wang Xuan appeared before his master, He Fang, who could only say that his head was covered by a profound power, like a domain, and its range was expanding, threatening to eventually envelop his entire body.
As for that word, He Fang didn't see it.
"Since it's the power of the Tower of Space-Time, and it's so evident before me, it would be a shame not to investigate it."
Time respects space as king; even Immortals know nothing about the power of time, and space hasn't been explored to its core. As for the foundation of the cosmos: time and space, even less is known.
"A bizarre dream, and a word obtained so inexplicably." This word truly came in a muddled way.
Wang Xuan communicated with the Tower of Space-Time and said, "Time Spirit, did you do this?"
