One second of perception, the representation of time, this was the basis for the cognitive world of the lower lifeforms.
More than one-third of a second, half a step into time, the peak of the individual lifeforms, understanding the so-called microscopic realm.
One-eighteenth of a second, true time, also known as the essence of time, in the endless reality, the origin of balance, the natural reproduction of all material lifeforms, the limit of normal life.
And if the perception exceeded one-eighteenth of a second …
Then the material world would be connected to some unique rules of the illusory world, some illusory phenomena or lifeforms would overlap with the real world, creating a real impact, or even completely falling into illusory space-time, no different from being sealed by space-time.
At this moment, Grimm held the Scepter of Hope, the Robe of Representations, the Shroud of Hope, and a large amount of Sand of Time, in Grimm's eyes, the world was undergoing a completely different change.
Tick!
One-nineteen of a second of superconducting time, through the strange ripple field of the ancient clock in his hand, Grimm had already experienced it.
Every one-eighteenth of a second, in Grimm's eyes, the entire world seemed to appear as an invisible black screen, all the black worms under his feet had died, the space fragments were no longer there, it was pitch black.
Only the ancient clock in his hand, the pendulum kept ticking, ticking, ticking, the entire world was incomparably silent, unknown what else existed in the depths of the darkness.
Tick!
The Sand of Time activated the Scepter of Hope and the Shroud of Hope, Grimm saw an even higher level of superconducting time.
After one-twentieth of a second, the black screen became even darker, but there was a trace of gray, the ancient clock in his hand became extremely old, the bronze rust twisted into a piece, the withered mahogany seemed to shatter with a touch, the pendulum also seemed to become weak.
Drip, drip, drip …
Tick …
This was already the 30th layer of the illusory black screen, the world in Grimm's eyes had undergone a completely new change.
The illusory black screen was no longer a true black screen, but a series of colorful light spots, like the illumination of a rainbow, magnificent and magnificent. In comparison, the superconducting time illusory world seemed more real, and the real world had become illusory, gradually unable to be sensed.
This was a deceptive dream created by an omnipotent, incomprehensible existence.
This was already a deep illusory world, Grimm knew that he had already fallen into it, even with his level of life, it was no longer easy to escape.
"Wah wah wah wah …"
"Hahahaha …"
In the depths of the originally quiet and beautiful illusory world, there was suddenly a strange cry of a baby, which was followed by the strange laughter of a rooster. Although no one knew what was inside, just the sound alone was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
However, Grimm still wanted to go deeper into the illusory world!
Grimm did not try to adapt to these different levels of the Spectral World. This was not where his goal was. With the guidance of the Scepter of Hope and the Shroud of Hope, Grimm still needed to go deeper into the Superconducting Time and find the corpse of the ruler of the Light of Hope hidden in the Spectral World of Retrograde.
Drip …
Suddenly!
In this dusky sky, a huge old woman appeared in Grimm's vision. She was tens of thousands of meters tall, and she was holding a withered tree as she slowly walked into the distance.
Grimm was like a fly standing in the sky, staring at this illusory being.
His hair was yellow and curly, his temples were white, and his lips were dry like the bark of a dead tree. There was not a single drop of moisture or life force on them. Half of Grimm's face had already decayed, and one could vaguely see the white skull and the black body tissues stuck together. In his sunken eye sockets, one of his eyeballs was pale white, and the other was a murky yellow-green without a pupil.
Suddenly, the gigantic old woman seemed to have sensed Grimm's presence. Her body that was slowly walking on the machine stopped abruptly. She slowly turned her head and used her turbid yellow-green eyeball in her sunken eye socket to focus on Grimm who was like a fly.
In an instant, an inexplicable and terrifying pressure struck!
Rather than pressure, it was more of a suction force. As the terrifying old woman looked at him, the unknown deep layer of the Superconducting Time Mirage seemed to be pulling at him, trying to pull him into it.
How could this be!?
Grimm's destination was the Spectral World of Flowing Light Backtrack, not this Spectral World with unknown laws of time.
The Sand of Time between his fingers flowed even faster. At this moment, the Sand of Time had become an existence similar to the fire elements in the real world, wrapping around Grimm like an energy device or a special teleportation wizard tool. Under the guidance of the Hope Scepter and the Light of Hope Shroud, it was searching for the precise coordinates of time.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, come here with me …"
A blood-curdling laughter rang out, and the maggots in Old Ou's mouth gushed out like a flood from a breached dam. Then, without the magic staff, his dry and dark left hand grabbed at Grimm like a ferocious burnt tree root.
This, this was a space-time sealing spell!
Grimm did not want to have any contact with this illusory thing, even if it was only in terms of elemental energy laws. Otherwise, if this Spectral World reacted to certain energy laws, Grimm would be assimilated and sucked into this Spectral World with unknown laws of time.
With a flash of his hand, facing Old Ou's overwhelming number of maggots, Grimm threw out all the Time Crystals he had traded with the Mountain Barbarian. Then, waves of ripples erupted.
The Time Crystals reacted mysteriously with the maggots, and both disappeared.
Facing Old Ou's huge and ferocious palm, Grimm took out the Leaves of Time he had traded with Hivernis, the Metamagic Hand. Amidst the continuous attacks, Old Ou shrieked and retracted his ugly and ferocious palm. After Grimm lost the world lock, his figure flashed, and he arrived at the next deeper Spectral World.
At this point, Grimm could no longer sense the real world. It was like a normal creature living in the real world could not sense the Spectral World.
"Oh … no!"
As soon as he entered this Spectral World, Grimm accidentally fell into the Time Fault.
In the Time Fault, there was no way to struggle or move with energy and physical properties. Any released energy would be lost in the Time Fault.
According to the wizard's knowledge system, all the creatures in the Endless World lived in a three-dimensional system composed of length, width, and height. If one could use the Time Fault to peep into the three-dimensional Endless World through history in this system, it would be the basic power of a higher dimension.
Every time fault was like the digestive system of the Endless World. Any creature that fell into it would be digested to the point that nothing would be left after being baptized by time, and its origin would be returned to the Endless World. That was the power of the Endless World's Balanced Rules!
No matter how powerful it was, even a Level Five creature like Grimm was only a humble and insignificant existence in front of the Endless World. A fine gauze in the desert was flying with the wind.
The corrosive force of time from all directions penetrated the protection of the Sand of Time, passed through Grimm's body, and went straight to Grimm's Stigmata Soul!
Hiss hiss hiss hiss …
Suddenly, Grimm took out a ball of thread. This was the price that Toxic Whisperer Stigmata Sorcerer gave to Grimm before he sneaked into the World of Ruins.
At this time, under the guidance of Grimm's mental strength as a Level Five Stigmata Sorcerer, these Threads of Time quickly penetrated into the Sand of Time. In a short moment, a silkworm pupa was formed.
"Damn it, not to mention leaving the Streamer Backtracking World, even trying to break in is so difficult …"
Holding the Scepter of Hope, the Shroud of Light of Hope in Grimm's Robe of Representations gradually bloomed with a pale white halo. The Sand of Time Chrysalis suddenly strangely quietened down amidst the rumbling sounds of vibration.
Sha, sha, sha, sha …
When Grimm regained consciousness again, at a glance, endless skeletons extended to the sky.
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