The stillness of time was usually reflected in the space.
For instance, the smoke rising from the incense sticks and the flower petals blown into the air by the wind blowing in through the window were all frozen in the air. It was a marvelous scene.
This could be seen. Next, it could be sensed. For instance, the sound would disappear, and an environment of absolute quietness would appear.
In such an absolute quietness, the people involved wouldn't and couldn't have any reaction; but the observers who were paying attention to the environment would have a different feeling.
The child stood outside the old nunnery. He couldn't see the marvelous scene in the quiet room, but he could hear … nothing could be heard inside.
This eerie feeling made him nervous. Then he remembered that he had a similar experience when he was young, and his face turned pale.
He was an orphan sent to the White-Deer Institute, and had been serving Tian Jingren since he was a child.
A few years ago, he had seen Tian Jingren entertain a distinguished guest.
That distinguished guest was the sect master of the No-Mercy Sect.
According to the story, Tian Jingren didn't want to see the orthodox Cultivation sects kill each other, so he intended to mediate the dispute between the No-Mercy Sect and the Western Sea Sword School.
The two sides had exchanged letters a few times in advance, and the Western Sea Sword School had withdrawn their attacks to show their sincerity.
The child remembered clearly that the White-Deer Institute was as quiet as it was today that day; no sound could be heard, not even the slightest sound of wind.
What left the deepest impression on him was that the grasshopper he had raised in the parlor hadn't made a single sound from beginning to end.
It was as quiet as death.
Later, the sect master of the No-Mercy Sect left the White-Deer Institute. It was said that he refused Tian Jingren's advice, and insisted on fighting against the Western Sea Sword School.
Later, the teacher fell seriously ill. As a result, the enrollment of the White-Deer Institute was postponed for two months.
The sect master of the No-Mercy Sect was severely wounded in the duel with the Godly Swordsman. If the sect master of the Aoyama Sect hadn't intervened in person, he would have died on the spot.
Since then, the No-Mercy Sect had been in a disadvantageous position in the competition between the two sects, and had no chance to turn the tables.
Nobody associated the conversation at the White-Deer Institute with what would happen in the future.
Most of them thought that the reason Tian Jingren was seriously ill was that he had consumed too much of his energy in trying to persuade the No-Mercy Sect Master with the method of divination.
The boy had been outside the door at that time. He had vaguely guessed that the truth of the matter was not so simple, but of course he would not reveal it to others.
Today, he felt that absolute silence again.
Could it be that the teacher wanted to do something?
However, wasn't Jing Jiu just a junior disciple of Aoyama Sect?
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Space stood still.
The sound faded away.
All of this was just the surface.
In other words, these were all illusions that could be created by a powerful divine sense.
True stopping of time would inevitably cause all movements, including the internal movements of objects, to stop.
For example, thinking.
At that time, Jing Jiu was thinking about something.
When his sight fell on Tian Jingren's white eyeball, his thinking speed became slower and slower.
Although the speed of his thinking wouldn't really stop if he continued like this, the mismatch between the speed of his thinking and the real flow of time would cause him to miss a lot of things that were happening.
This was the so-called forgetting.
Jing Jiu would not let such a thing happen.
The moment his thinking speed slowed down, he realized what had happened.
Normally, thinking shouldn't be able to sense the changes of thinking itself.
He could sense it because he was special in the first place, and also because his calculation ability was so strong that he was extremely sensitive to the slightest changes in the speed of calculation.
Realizing what was happening was a thought. As a result, he woke up.
He discovered that a fragment of divine sense had entered his body without him noticing.
That fragment of divine sense was very faint, but also very powerful.
Only a mental energy as powerful as the ocean could compress a fragment of divine sense into such a tiny fragment and send it noiselessly into someone else's body, using his sight as a bridge.
This fragment of divine sense didn't carry any energy, as if it were the purest piece of jade, exceptionally clean.
Even a Cultivation practitioner who meditated and meditated every day wouldn't be able to detect it.
This fragment of divine sense traveled quietly along his meridians, and had already arrived at his sea of consciousness, where it quietly landed on the Dao Tree.
Jing Jiu sensed a hint of caution.
He sensed great danger.
This was the most dangerous situation he had faced since he stepped into the Path River again. It was even far more dangerous than the moment when Jingyang's fake abode of immortal's cave was opened and when the master of Xilai Peak, Fang Jingtian, discovered him.
This fragment of divine sense didn't seem to be malicious, but it could change at any time. It could easily pollute the Dao Tree and damage the Sword Pill. It could quietly hinder his cultivation when he didn't notice it at all. It could even shake his Taoist Heart and affect his state at the most critical moment of the decisive battle … but it still didn't let him discover it.
What made Jing Jiu most vigilant was that if this fragment of divine sense stayed in his body, it was likely to discover his secret.
No wonder he was Tian Jingren. His means were really unpredictable.
If he used this method to deal with others, even the elders of the Aoyama Sect, Zhongzhou School, and even the eminent monks of the Guocheng Temple might fall for it, let alone Lo Huainan and Zhao Layue.
However, even for Tian Jingren, this method would inevitably consume a lot of divine sense and cost him a lot, so he wouldn't use it easily.
Jing Jiu was convinced again that Tian Jingren must have been entrusted by someone to see him.
The question was, who was that person? Fang Jingtian? Jian Xilai? Or his most vigilant … Big Brother?
If it were before, Jing Jiu would have asked this question directly, or left the fragment of divine sense in his body, pretending not to know anything. But now he couldn't.
In a very short period of time, he had made three deductions and confirmed that it was too dangerous to do so.
His current Cultivation state was still too low, so he couldn't leave such a great danger in his body.
He made up his mind.
The sword will arose.
Jing Jiu focused his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing across his eyes.
The Sword Pill in his body suddenly dispersed, turning into more than three hundred sword wills, hacking toward the fragment of the divine sense.
Time resumed its normal speed.
The space returned to normal.
The white smoke generated by the incense dispersed.
The petals rolled up by the wind fell on the window lattice, making a faint sound.
In a place where the sound couldn't be heard, the sword wind whistled and the thunder boomed.
In a place where the sound couldn't be seen, the more than three hundred sword wills shattered the fragment of the divine sense into snow-like bits.
A shapeless thunder struck along with the divine sense, blasting those bits into nothingness.
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The wind was howling.
His white hair was dancing in the wind.
Tian Jingren's body trembled, his face pale, as if he was in great pain.
As the shapeless thunder boomed, he couldn't hold on any longer, letting out a muffled groan, blood trickling down from the corners of his mouth.
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"Who the hell are you?"
Tian Jingren stared at Jing Jiu with his blind eyes, his voice full of shock and doubt.
"As I said, you can't bear the answer to this question."
Jing Jiu picked up a stack of white paper from the table, and walked toward the outside of the nunnery.
As the door was opened, the sunlight fell on his face.
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