In the Temple of Time in the Heaven Realm, there is a massive lake. The water in the lake flows from the River of Time. The surface of the lake is calm, without a ripple, like a mirror reflecting everything around it.

At the very center of this lake, there is an ancient sundial protruding above the water. On the circular face of the sundial is engraved a mystic formation pattern, but it is full of worn indentations, marked by the passage of time, with a gnomon standing upright at the center.

This sundial is actually the Altar of Time, constructed by the God of Time using the Sand of Time salvaged from the River of Time. It can transform divine power into the power of time to alter the speed of time, or even reverse it.

At this moment, Holy Giant Dragon Georgia is suspended at the tip of the gnomon, eyes closed. Five of the God of Time’s Envoys are distributed at five positions on the altar’s circular edge, forming a regulated pentagram formation pattern centered around that gnomon.

A vast power emanates from them, transforming into a golden light that illuminates the stone rod, causing the gnomon to cast a shadow on the sundial.

As the light shifts, the shadow of the gnomon also constantly changes its position, rotating counterclockwise like a moving hand on a clock face. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

And all of this is reflected on the lake’s surface.

In the reflection on the lake surface, the shadow of the gnomon on the sundial also rotates counterclockwise, symbolizing that time is flowing backward.

The reflection in the lake is the projection of the Altar of Time in the Mortal Realm, reversing the outbreak time of the Death Plague in The Second World. Yet the barrier between the Heaven Realm and the Mortal Realm is truly vast, making this connection very fragile and easily disturbed. The power of Georgia and others can only be applied to the Altar of Time, unable to directly interfere with the reflection in the lake.

At this moment, the reflection on the lake surface suddenly flickers with dazzling white light, as if a beam of intense light射 shot up from the lake’s bottom, wrapping around the pointer of the time altar’s reflection. Instantly, that pointer is burdened, slowing its rotation speed.

The lake surface trembles immediately, rippling outward in waves, making the entire altar’s reflection blurry and increasingly disturbed.

Georgia and the five God of Time’s Envoys also sense the change in the reflection, frowning instinctively, channeling more divine power, transforming it into more golden light, causing the shadow of the gnomon to rotate faster.

Yet the white light continuously surges from the lake bottom, entwining the pointer in the reflection to rotate in the opposite direction. Both forces wrestle through the pointer, making the pointer in the reflection swing back and forth, sometimes progressing, sometimes retreating.

This is an unequal battle; Georgia and the five God of Time’s Envoys can only act on the altar, powerless against the reflection on the lake surface.

Whereas the white light rising from the lake bottom can directly interfere with the reflection on the lake surface, akin to how a small stone can easily disrupt the reflection on the lake.

As the two forces contend, the lake surface vibrates more intensely, with more ripples, turning the altar’s reflection increasingly chaotic and blurry, making it harder for Georgia’s group’s power to affect the reflection.

Ultimately, the white light gains the upper hand. The chaotic reflection shows the pointer slowly turning clockwise, where Georgia’s group can only delay its rotation.

"This is... the power of the Creator Ancestral Spirits!" Georgia finally opens her eyes, staring at the white light in the reflection and murmuring.

She had long anticipated that she couldn’t easily change the outbreak time of the Death Plague in The Second World. The rules between the Heaven Realm and the Mortal Realm form an insurmountable chasm, greatly diminishing her power, making it easy for the Demon Clan to thwart her.

"If it were other mortal world beings, even a Mortal God, it wouldn’t be this troublesome. But the Creator Ancestral Spirits are existences from the Creation era, having long understood the rules of the Mortal Realm, able to block us easily!" One of the God of Time’s Envoys said solemnly.

"Indeed! This force isn’t strong, but the rules it contains are troublesome! It can directly interfere with the time reflection, while our power struggles to act directly on the reflection." Another God of Time’s Envoy nodded, staring at the white threads on the pointer of the Altar of Time, deep in thought.

"Regardless, we’ve done our best! The rules of the Heaven Realm and Mortal Realm aren’t something we can easily transcend." A God of Time’s Envoy opened his eyes, with a hint of regret on his face.

"To overcome this obstructive force, only the God of Time can personally intervene, yet the God of Time won’t intervene." Georgia murmured, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes, looking down at the Altar of Time below her, she said quietly, "Next, we can only delay the passage of time; whether The Second World can be saved depends on themselves."

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The Second World.

Dao Feng and other reincarnators have already gathered beneath the Lunar Prison’s gap, joining forces with Guardians and master players to attack that gap.

These reincarnators are exceedingly powerful, each move carrying the might of a Deity, forcing the King of Hell to borrow more strength from his being to subdue them, consuming millennia of accumulated power every moment. Fortunately, he has accumulated enough power over endless years; otherwise, no other Demon King would have enough strength to guard this gap.

This hemisphere of The Second World has been obscured by the King of Hell’s demonic qi, becoming entirely dark. The light emitted by Dao Feng and others during attacks is exceedingly bright, becoming the largest light source in this hemisphere, causing the world below to flicker continuously, revealing the terrified faces of all creatures.

"Not good, a force has obstructed Georgia’s Power of Time!" At this moment, the cold voice of the Ice Queen echoed across the heavens.

Everyone’s heart tightened, causing their assault to pause slightly as they quickly checked the status bar, indeed finding their Death Plague countdown had restarted!

Time reversal has been halted!

Georgia’s power has already been blocked, unable to buy them more time.

The once-receded death begins to approach them again, little by little.

However, the countdown time has been significantly slowed; practically two seconds pass for the countdown timer to advance by one second, indicating Georgia’s Power of Time is still in effect, just not as apparent as before.

"At this rate of time flow, the Death Plague might be delayed until four days later before it erupts; we still can’t hold out until those assistance forces arrive." Thunder God said gravely.

"We might not wait for other assistance, but our Dream Tribe’s aid can arrive. I have already entrusted a dream to our Dream Tribe’s Five Elders for help; Dream Against the Heavens has promised me to soon enter the dreamland to support us through dreaming. If we can synergize with our Dream Tribe’s aid before death, completely breaking through the Lunar Prison, resolving this crisis, then even if the Death Plague occurs, we shall have died meaningfully." Dream Spirit said determinedly.