A stream of world essence seemed to have been squeezed out of some unknown domain, appearing in the sky above Zhou Yuan, before endlessly falling onto him...

Under the attention of countless gazes, time swiftly flowed.

A hundred breaths faded away in an instant.

Every gaze was unblinking as they continued to count the time.

A hundred breaths… a 150 breaths, 200 breaths...

It soon reached 300 breaths. However, the descending stream of world essence was still as clear and bountiful as before, showing no signs of waning.

400 breaths.

500 breaths.

By this time, the expressions of the first class Shengzhou disciples had turned a little ugly. This timing had already surpassed their own.

They could not help but sourly remark, “He does have some ability.”

Only Lu Feng remained impassive, not even the slightest...