Yun Lintian exhaled, his breath misting in the frozen void.
"Fine."
His eyes glowed, shifting through colors—gold, azure, crimson—before settling on pure white.
"Since you're so curious…"
He raised the Heaven Sunderer—and the blade screamed, its edge splitting the fabric of the domain itself.
"Let me show you a fourth."
The moment Yun Lintian's eyes settled into pure white, the void trembled.
Not from fear—but from recognition.
"Light," Lu Xingzhi murmured, his thousand voices merging into one. "The First Dawn's authority."
He wasn't afraid.
He smiled.
A knowing, ancient smile, as if he had been waiting for this very moment.
"I knew it," he said. "You carry more than just fragments. You carry the essence of the Primordials themselves."
Yun Lintian didn't respond.
