"Time is the flow of matter..."
"If all the matter in the universe stops flowing, then time stops too."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
With one step, he arrived at the Nine Spirits Realm, entering the Fire Spirit Small World.
The intelligent beings here had been relocated, receiving appropriate compensation, because this place was to become the time arena of the Great Sun Sword Master.
This Minor Thousand World floated in the dark domain, eternally unmoving. Countless stories unfolded within, and the people in the stories all perished, yet the world still existed, brilliant like a pearl.
Its crystal walls spun, bringing day and night, the flow of the four seasons, to the world.
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword, slicing out a strike.
