About the time setting in the book

The division is as follows:

A year has twelve months.

January 30th

A day is divided into twelve hours.

are divided into:

From midnight to half past midnight, 11:00 pm to 1:00 am; Ugly time from 1:00 am to 3:00 am; Yin time from 3:00 am to 5:00 am;

At the first hour, sunrise from 5:00 to 7:00 am, at the second hour, mealtime from 7:00 to 9:00 am, at the third hour, the sun is in the middle of the east from 9:00 to 11:00 am.

Midday from 11:00 AM to 1:00 PM, Afternoon from 1:00 PM to 3:00 PM, Evening from 3:00 PM to 5:00 PM, Night from 5:00 PM to 7:00 PM, Dusk from 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM, Late Night from 9:00 PM to 11:00 PM.

One hour is divided into four quarters.

One hour, equivalent to two hours now.

Half an hour, which is equivalent to one hour now.

A meal time is equivalent to twenty minutes now.

Fifteen minutes is equivalent to one tea time.

One incense stick's time is equivalent to ten minutes now.

Between speaking, it is equivalent to the present time twenty seconds.

In a moment, equivalent to fifteen seconds now.

In a fleeting moment, equivalent to ten seconds now.

In the blink of an eye, it is equivalent to five seconds now.

In a flash, it's equivalent to two seconds from the current time.

For a fleeting moment, equivalent to one second at present time.

Between <<< and >>>, it's equivalent to one second of the current time.

In the blink of an eye, it's equivalent to 12 seconds now.

In a flash, it's equivalent to 13 seconds now.

Prologue - The Change in the Miro World

Amongst the vast and boundless mountains, there is nothing but howling mountain winds and bare rocks.

"Boom boom boom~~~"

Suddenly, a deafening roar came rolling from afar, as if the heavens and earth were shaking.

A tremendous roar echoed through the heavens. With the sound of thunder, a golden light flashed like lightning, streaking across the sky with incredible speed.

After the golden lightning, a thousand miles away, a sea surged and churned, sweeping forward with incredible speed, not falling behind the golden lightning ahead by even a fraction.

The Red Sea is vast, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

Though the sea has not yet approached, a stench of death has already swept across the land. In the crimson sea, millions upon millions of bleached skulls bob and weave in the red water, appearing eerily.

In the heart of the Red Sea, there stood a towering altar, rising about a thousand feet high.

The towering altar, veiled in crimson, seemed incredibly sacred.

“Ha ha ha, Xia Houzongying, you have already been struck by my senior brother's Ten Thousand Sorrows Palm. Your Dragon Slayer Scripture was broken, and you were unable to die immediately. You managed to escape so far, it seems you are at your wits' end. Old man, I advise you to surrender obediently. For the sake of our past relationship with Jiuyugong, Xingzu might spare your life.”

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from the towering altar deep within the sea. The sound was long and reverberating, transmitted not through any form of telepathy but solely by the sheer force of its power.

Thousands of miles away, amidst the chaos and fleeing crowds, a pale-faced middle-aged man stood.

This person's face was now devoid of any semblance of life, his eyes sunken and lifeless like pools of water. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth due to his clenched teeth, but he seemed completely unaware.

At this moment, he was forcefully suppressing the backlash force, desperately urging himself to flee.

After hearing the words of counsel, this middle-aged man showed no change whatsoever.

This time, taking advantage of the Star Ancestor's absence from Jiuyugong Palace, the middle-aged man dared to make a move, attempting to steal two extraordinary treasures from within. However, he was caught by the patrol inspector who arrived unexpectedly.

It was difficult to explain the situation, and forced to fight with several colleagues of the same rank. Although relying on supernatural powers, he escaped from the heavily guarded Jiuyugong Palace, but he was still injured by his senior brother in Jiuyugong.

Later, he was even tracked down by a cultivator of the same rank and relentlessly pursued to this very place.

When he was at his peak, this fellow of the same rank chasing after him would have been nothing to worry about for a middle-aged man. But now that he was gravely injured, it would be difficult for him to even stand against this opponent.

“Xiahou Zongying, as long as you hand over those two divine artifacts, this old man guarantees that he will plead with the Star Ancestor to spare your life. You will be confined under Mount Wanyou for ten thousand years as atonement. Otherwise, what consequences would befall you? This old man need not spell them out.”

Seeing that the person ahead had no intention of stopping, suddenly from the boundless sea came a word of advice.

Just as these words were spoken, a flash of gold suddenly appeared ahead. A middle-aged man in white shot out of thin air, stumbling and tumbling rapidly through the sky. After several frantic steps, he swayed and stopped amidst the clouds thousands of feet high.

At this time, the middle-aged man's face was ferocious and terrifying. His teeth were deeply sunken from clenching so hard, and his neck was bulging with veins.

On his pale face, a blush appeared at this time.

The middle-aged white man looked as if he were deeply wounded, but in his eyes, a hint of madness flashed.

Just as the middle-aged white man stopped, the boundless sea roared in a rumbling sound, already nearing within a thousand or two thousand zhang.

The churning sea, as if encountering an invisible wall, abruptly ceased its advance, not moving a single inch.

"Hahaha, Xiahou Zongying, it seems your injuries are beyond healing. Shall I take you down with my own hands, or will you surrender those two treasures? If I personally intervene, there's little chance of you surviving. Think carefully about this."

As a colossal sound echoed across the plains, a towering altar in the heart of the sea flashed. The thousand-meter-high platform suddenly vanished without a trace, disappearing into the boundless ocean.

In a mere instant, a crimson glow flashed on the edge of the sea, and a towering altar reappeared. A young-looking cultivator shimmered into existence atop the altar.

This young man wore a smile, his eyes fixed intently on the white-haired middle-aged man several hundred meters ahead.

"Humph, to think that I would show you my treasures is a wishful thinking. These two items were once mine, bestowed upon my younger sister. The Nine Nether Palace forcibly took them and even ended her life. While I cannot avenge my sister, taking out the one she favored most is a way to honor her memory."

A middle-aged white man let out a cold snort, his eyes icy as he spoke in a low voice. His tone was filled with utter hatred for the Palace of Nine Hells.

"Heh heh, even if you steal them, in your current state, do you really think you have the ability to keep these two safe?"

Facing the middle-aged man head-on, the young cultivator seemed remarkably at ease. Although he usually considered himself inferior to the other, with the latter injured, he no longer felt any fear.

"Haha, even if I can't personally offer them to Lian Mei's tomb, you from the Jiuyu Palace, don't even dream of possessing these two treasures."

After the white middle-aged man finished speaking, he burst into laughter. As his laughter echoed through the air, a golden light emerged from his mouth, with runes swirling within it constantly. Then, a circular shape shot out of his mouth and grew to a hundred meters in diameter in the blink of an eye.

Above the gigantic circular shape, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared. This gold grew with the wind, instantly enveloping the hundred-zhang giant circular canopy within it.

"Oh, what do you intend to do? You...you...do you want to use this ancient treasure to break open this Myriad Realms barrier? Even at the height of your power, it wouldn't be possible. Now that you're gravely injured, whether or not you can even unleash a single blow from this ancient treasure is debatable."

Upon seeing the opponent suddenly unleash a formidable treasure, the young cultivator on the altar was not surprised. His thoughts raced rapidly within his mind.

"Hmph, whether it breaks or not, only after trying will you know."

The middle-aged man didn't hesitate for a moment. As he merged with the prehistoric treasure, his spirit soared, and a golden figurine about a foot tall appeared above his head, shimmering with an ethereal glow.

The golden man was only a few inches tall, yet looking at his face, he was indistinguishable from a middle-aged white man, almost as if he were just a smaller version of one.

As soon as the golden dwarf appeared, Bai Zhongnian's entire body suddenly withered and shrunk rapidly. In an instant, he turned into a ball of energy that hovered in front of the golden dwarf.

The golden fiend's face was ferocious. With a flick of his tiny hand, the ball shot forth like an arrow towards the hundred-zhang boundless Xuanbao treasure.

The white middle-aged man actually abandoned himself, melting all the Hua into that prehistoric treasure trove.

"Ah~~, you've severed your own path, wanting to sacrifice yourself for this ancient treasure of the Primordial Chaos..."

With a deafening roar, the boundless Myriad Miles Sea surged violently. A towering altar, reaching thousands of zhang high, erupted in a sea of crimson, and hundreds of colossal pythons, each measuring hundreds of zhang, shot skyward toward the front.

Each dragon had countless skulls attached to it…

"Humph, it's too late..."

As the words of Jin Xiaoren left his mouth, he suddenly raised his hands toward the sky. A colossal, monstrous treasure measuring a hundred zhang in size materialized, radiating an aura of terrifying destruction. A thick, ochre pillar, roughly ten zhang long, surged forth and shot upwards towards the heavens.

With this strike, the entire world shook violently. An unparalleled wave of energy erupted, as if it were about to destroy the entire sky.

"

Boom boom boom~~

A deafening roar, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing, reverberated throughout the land.

With a deafening roar, a gigantic chasm, approximately a thousand zhang wide, tore open in the sky. The fissure was pitch black, with streaks of brilliant lightning flashing intermittently within its depths.

With the appearance of the rift, a powerful force suddenly emerged. The golden figurines near the rift and those prehistoric treasures were instantly sucked in by it without any resistance, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

As the Golden Little Person swung out his mighty divine treasure, the young cultivator on the tall platform in the sea knew that he could not withstand the strike of this artifact. Without hesitation, the vast expanse of sea, spanning thousands of miles, churned and rolled, rapidly receding towards its origin.

The speed is two minutes faster than the incoming.

Since Xiahou Zunying has already displayed the power of the Immortal Realm, using it to solidify his foundation and perform a sacrificial ritual to nourish countless millions of years' worth of primordial treasures, this strike's power is beyond estimation. It is even possible that he could shatter this Myriad Realms barrier.

Although those hundred-zhang pythons retreated rapidly under the urging of the young cultivators, dozens were still unable to do so and were sucked into that huge spatial rift, vanishing in an instant.

Three months later, amidst the misty mountains, a grand hall stood imposingly. Inside, several figures sat while a young cultivator stood in the center of the hall.

“What? Xiahou Zongying actually used the Fēilíng Zhī to split the Mìluó Realm? With Xūyù’s immense power, Xiahou Zongying must have perished. But those two extraordinary treasures and his own Hongguāng Xuānbǎo should be preserved. If our ancestor knew that the Nine Nether Palace had lost and regained those two treasures, he definitely wouldn't let it go.” A man with a stern face and cold eyes slowly said in a low voice.

Although the chances of finding those two artifacts are extremely low, as long as there's a possibility, we should search for them. Zou Rui, it seems this task falls on your shoulders.

Another elderly man with pale, reddish-colored skin also had a solemn expression, but his tone was remarkably calm as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, the young man who was once on the altar of the Red Sea suddenly changed countenance, his expression flickering erratically.

"Hmph, if the ancestor knew about this, Xia Houzong would have escaped from his junior brother's hands. What consequences, I think my junior brother knows."

Seeing the young man like this, a blue-clothed cultivator sitting beside him suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing this, the young man's expression changed drastically. After much thought, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, junior brother, I'll go and search through those records down below. If I find anything useful, perhaps the senior brothers could lend a hand and guide me back to Jiuyou Palace."

"Of course, this is the Star Chart of Destiny. As long as you can find those two treasures, we will surely know and welcome you back to the Miro Realm."

As everyone finished speaking, they rose and headed towards a valley guarded by imposing mountains in the distance.

Qin Ming, Gongsun Jingyao embark on the path of cultivation.