In the chaotic void, Lin Yuan gazed at the small hill made entirely of time sand before him.
Time sand, formed from the essence of time power, could be split or fused at will.
To successfully carry the time hill out of the myriad space-time, Lin Yuan divided it into seven million pieces.
When these seven million fragments reassembled, they would merge back into the time hill.
“No wonder the temporal lifeforms love to explore,” Lin Yuan thought, a smile gracing his face.
Just closing oneself off for cultivation couldn’t gather so much time sand.
If he hadn’t sent his Taiji Primordial Spirit into the myriad space-time, accumulating such a significant amount of time sand would have taken countless years.
“This time, my goal for entering the myriad space-time has been fully accomplished,” Lin Yuan mused.
Initially, he had only intended to harvest a few thousand or tens of thousands of jins of time sand.
Now, having obtained a small hill worth seven to eight million jins of time sand, he was immensely satisfied.
“Next, I can let my Taiji Primordial Spirit explore a bit deeper.” Lin Yuan contemplated.
With such a large amount of time sand in his possession, even if his Taiji Primordial Spirit fell immediately after, he wouldn’t feel any regret.