He hesitated, even though Bazhun'an had promised a fallback, he suddenly lost the initial courage to super Taoize the Time Dao Discs.
"What is time?"
He had walked through his life, seen countless lives of others, yet still could not obtain an accurate answer.
He cast his gaze out the window of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.
It was noon, with no flying snow, and the sun was high in the sky.
In a trance, the sunlight slanted west, setting over the dusky mountains.
"Time..."
Xu Xiaoshou had another epiphany.
Time is movement, it is the steam rising from a boiling teapot.
Time is stillness, it is the dust on a wooden sculpture set on a table.
Time is the unmoving midday sun, and also the swift sinking of the set sun at dusk.
Time is the only measurement of all things in the world, yet time is a human-defined concept, in itself void.
Does it seem to exist?
Or does it seem not to exist?
"What is the end of time?"
