Is this really just a lid? Wang Xuan felt as though he was lifting a mountain; it was unbearably heavy. Barely raising it off the ground, he was already exhausted, on the verge of collapse.0

Feeling the intense pressure, his spirit destabilized. Struggling, he prepared to hurl it outwards.0

Outside, the sword cultivators were prepared to unleash their most ferocious attack. The air was filled with the gleam of flying swords and the killing intent that reached the heavens.0

Dozens of flying swords, along with tiny spears as thick as chopsticks and short knives as long as a palm, all radiated an intimidating sharpness. If unleashed, they could level a mountain, leaving Wang Xuan no chance of survival.0

In the outside world, Wang Xuan would have had no time to react. In an instant, the sword cultivators would have commanded a rain of weapons to tear him apart.0

But within his Inner Landscape, everything was different.0

To him, the movements of the sword cultivators were incredibly slow. They seemed to be speaking, but their words were like a stuck record, barely progressing.0

The flying swords, which should have shot out like lightning, now moved at a snail's pace. The tiny spears seemed to be hibernating snakes sluggishly lifting their heads, lethargically.0

The sword cultivators, using their mental powers to control their weapons, had launched a ferociously swift and brutal attack. But now, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button.0

It wasn't...0