Yun Lintian's brow twitched.
The laughter cut off abruptly. The fake Qian Jinglei's eyes gleamed with malicious amusement. "How does it feel, Yun Lintian? Running through my maze like a headless fly while the real game plays out elsewhere?"
A cold realization dawned in Yun Lintian's eyes. "The Chasm of Uncreation...?"
The fake Qian Jinglei's smile vanished. Its form began dissolving into black mist. "Too late. The pieces are already in motion. While you waste time here..."
The voice fragmented as the body disintegrated, its final words dripping with venom:
"...the true feast begins."
BOOM!
The remaining mist exploded outward, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. When the smoke cleared—
The chamber was empty. Only the unconscious real Qian Jinglei remained in Long Chen's arms.
Yun Lintian furrowed his brow, trying to figure out the mystery behind everything that had just happened. It wasn't Nian Shi but Yin, the Chasm of Uncreation? This was a bit unexpected.
