The Writ Takes Effect!
Blood flowed out as the staff pierced into Ksitigarbha's chest, creating a ghastly hole. A burning, yet icy feeling surged through him, as if straight from the abyss of hell.
"What's going on!?"
The staff wasn't killing him, at least not in the traditional sense, as it didn't emit any destructive force. Instead, the second the staff pierced into him, the moment was forcefully stretched.
A second.
A minute.
An hour.
A day.
A week.
A month.
A year.
A century.
It seemed the time around him was shifting, with the only constant being him. There was no longer a staff into his chest, and he was now young as if he had flown back in time.
"Is he making me travel through time?! No… this isn't time travel!"
Ksitigarbha's heart twisted as realization dawned upon him.
"It is Reality warping!"