The entire world, from the particulates in air, the vapor of blood slowly ascending according to the natural law of condensation, the soundwaves of a soldier's death throes, the last flicking flame of life within the eyes of a man with a sword plunged in his heart, to the violent aura suffused with rage swiftly descending from the sky had all been plunged into a state of absolute stillness.
Yet there was a single figure amongst these paused existences that was unhindered by the Heavenly Daos' restrictive power. It was none other than Wei Wuyin.
While his eyes remained closed, he no longer needed to heavily resist the freezing force of the Heavenly Daos, his Astral Souls, notably Kratos and Eden, had already gotten extremely used to its occurrence that he had been paused for less than a millisecond of actual time. With his mind, body, and spirits freed, he shrugged his shoulders.