Super Field Energy Controller

If you look closely, you can find that this mist is composed of countless dark nano-scale particles, and there are countless historical pictures flashing on the surface of each particle.

Even in the God Realm, no one can tell what this particle that can carry time is, and no one can intercept any of them and bring them back to the real world.

Someone gave it a name, called Time Dust.

And in the chaotic mist flying around, the light of the Dao Heart that exploded began to gather, and finally condensed on the surface of the Dao Heart into a tiny point that was countless times brighter than the sun, and the diameter was thousands of times smaller than the nanometer, reaching the picometer level!

Although this light spot is small in size, it is still so eye-catching even in the vast torrent of time, so outstanding, like a bright lighthouse in the depths of the vast ocean, which can illuminate an era and sharpen the hearts of countless people.

"Boom--"

A few seconds later, an indescribable huge recoil force shook Yang Fan's Dao Heart, causing this torrent of time to be completely agitated, setting off a huge wave like a sea wave.

At this moment, the light spot with a diameter of picometers, which was formed by the light of the infinite Dao Heart, had accurately hit a tiny dust of time in the chaotic mist that was stirred up!

Then, it disappeared!

After doing all this, Yang Fan, who had almost exhausted the light of the Dao Heart, could no longer withstand the impact from the torrent of time. The Dao Heart was like a ball hit by a huge force, turning into a stream of light and flying downstream of the torrent of time.

The long journey that originally took tens of thousands of years to complete took less than half a minute this time. Following a flash of light, Yang Fan's Dao Heart and the consciousness wrapped in it were directly squeezed out of the torrent of time.

In the real world, Yang Fan's body shook as if he had just woken up from a dream. His originally empty eyes were once again concentrated, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

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Slowly lowering his head, looking at Qingcheng who was close at hand, Yang Fan retracted his fingers.

The index finger, which had turned into a pile of white bones, has now begun to regenerate flesh and blood, and blood vessels and muscle fibers are rapidly forming.

Yang Fan estimated based on his own recovery speed that he had experienced ten thousand years in the torrent of time, but in the real world, less than five seconds had passed.

"Qingcheng, I did it, and did you... hear it?" Yang Fan looked at the girl who seemed to be sleeping and smiled tiredly.

This time, the use of the eighth finger had caused a great loss to his Dao heart, but fortunately, it did not hurt the foundation, and he only needed to recuperate for a period of time to recover.

As Yang Fan withdrew his fingers, the dark calamity clouds covering the sky began to dissipate, and finally disappeared, and the world was bright again.

"There was no wrath of heaven... Could it be that intervening in the torrent of time is within the scope allowed by the Heavenly Dao? Or is it because my behavior did not change any history, so it did not alarm the Heavenly Dao?"

Yang Fan thought for a while and felt that the latter possibility was more likely.

He spent a lot of effort to trace back time, but in the end, he just sent a message to Qingcheng ten years ago, and that message did not have any impact or change on Qingcheng's death.

Next, Yang Fan's immortal essence surged, shaking off the dirty blood all over his body.

After adjusting his breath for a moment, Yang Fan reached out again and gently placed his hand on Qingcheng's forehead to read her biofield again.

Suddenly, countless time pictures flashed quickly in his mind, and finally stopped at the moment when Qingcheng was dying ten years ago.

The picture read looked no different from the last time, but Yang Fan still keenly noticed that just before Qingcheng's life was about to be completely cut off, a faint light that could not be detected without careful observation fell on her eyebrows.

At the same time, Yang Fan felt the obscure spiritual imprint that he deliberately left in the spiritual power that spanned time and space from Qingcheng's body.

Although it was very faint, it really existed.

Yang Fan showed a sincere and happy smile on his face.