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The voice of Ji Yan rumbled like distant thunder in the dim, otherworldly space. He then turned to Lin Han and explained, "All members of the Tao Tie clan share a stomach known as Wu Mi Tian. Any creature swallowed by it can only remain here until it either ages or starves, unless a Tao Tie actively regurgitates it. Moreover, the remnants of their consciousness become part of this Wu Mi Tian, whether they are awake or lost."
"Is there really such a setting?" Lin Han couldn't help but exclaim, surprised to find that with Ji Yan's voice, the eerie sounds around them had indeed quieted down significantly. It seemed that as the master of the Ghost Howling Taotie, Ji Yan held a position of authority in this strange space.
"Alright, kid. If you like it here, you can sleep here from now on. Let's get serious." Ji Yan patted the young man beside him and leaned in closer, his dark features taking on a more serious expression. "My talent, Devour Stars and Consume the Sun, allows me to simulate some talents or skill characteristics that I have previously devoured. Once we reach the Angel Temple, we'll assess the situation."
"If you encounter that Uriel again, try to connect with its form. I have a skill called Engine Isolation that can disrupt all ongoing statuses, so you don't need to worry about being transformed."
"I'll do my best," Lin Han nodded quickly. He glanced at Ji Yan, realizing that this guy was already multi-tiered and nearing a bottleneck.
How many types of skills could his Reverse Heavenly Gift unleash by now?
After a moment, Ji Yan, who had been leisurely sitting with his legs crossed in Wu Mi Tian, suddenly changed his expression. He grabbed Lin Han tightly and sprang up in one swift motion.
Lin Han felt himself clutched tightly and dared not move; this space was too bizarre. It seemed that apart from Ji Yan, no one could exert their full strength here.
Suddenly, Ji Yan accelerated. Lin Han felt as if he were plummeting rapidly downward, with a fierce wind whipping against his face. The sharp gusts felt like blades threatening to tear his skin.
In the next moment, the Ghost Howling Taotie let out a muffled grunt as both of them crawled out from its mouth.
"Wow, that was intense!" Lin Han gasped for air after being thrown out.
"Keep it down! Something's off here; there's abnormal energy." Ji Yan warned as he scanned their surroundings. A blood-red energy began to gather slowly in his hands—this was Sha Gang, a skill most adeptly wielded by Zhang Ziqing, the Headmaster of Raging Lion Academy.
"There!" Lin Han pointed toward a nearby area where a black pupil had appeared out of thin air, surrounded by drifting white feathers.
"What?" Ji Yan murmured lightly, confusion evident in his eyes.
He followed the direction pointed out by Lin Han, but all he could see was a faint glimmer of light, a common sight in the Angel Temple. At that moment, the scene in Lin Han's eyes shifted once more, transforming entirely into a sea of flames.
The Angel Temple at this point in time resembled a shattered mirror, flickering in and out of existence. Slowly, he raised one hand, and in the palm of his hand, a faint light began to gather like threads, casting an ethereal glow over his entire palm.
Time had taken on a tangible form.
Lin Han couldn't help but speak as both of his hands began to fade into nothingness under the influence of Time Power. The surrounding space, intertwined with flames within the Angel Temple, gradually stacked upon itself with the space that had already regained its sacred light.
Is this the legendary Time Worm?
Ji Yan suddenly spoke up, his eyes filled with uncertainty. He couldn't fully perceive the environment around him, but his powerful senses informed him of the current situation.
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