At this moment, Yang Ji finally confirmed that the Wings of Time-Space had indeed been fashioned after the design of the sword wings.
Having had experience with the sword wings before, Yang Ji looked upon the Wings of Time-Space not with unfamiliarity, but with a sense of intimate spiritual connection.
As soon as his fingers touched the feathers, the Wings of Time-Space burrowed into his palm, merging with his body and then unfolding from his back.
With a flap of his wings, Yang Ji broke through the solid rocks and soil, surging forth from the depths of the stars.
He then faced the rolling yellow sands and the twister forming like a towering column and commanded, "Bind!"
With a gentle flutter of the wings behind him, a miraculous scene unfolded; each grain of yellow sand hung in the air, and the howling gales paused momentarily.
Not only was space imprisoned, but time had halted too.
