Time stood still.
It was perfectly still.
Wei Wuyin was currently living through this version of Wei Wuyin, this version that did not fear the world and only Hell, and he felt breathless. The stagnated air, light, gravity, and mana were stifling to the apex.
"This is time?" Wei Wuyin struggled to process what he felt and what he was experiencing; he was startled to the core of his being. Whenever the Heavenly Daos froze time, Wei Wuyin had always believed that it was manipulating the power of time to slow it down to the utmost, but that wasn't it.
The time wasn't slowed at all but continuously flowed at a normal rate as easy as counting to one, two, three, to infinite. A second was still a second, minutes were still minutes, and centuries remained long centuries.