Nian Shi spread his arms wide, the hourglass floating between them as golden sand swirled in impossible patterns. His silver eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he regarded Yun Lintian.
"Since the Creator died by my hand," he began, his voice dripping with mockery, "countless 'Seeds of Fate' have emerged across the timelines. Potential successors. Would-be Creators."
He gestured toward the rift in space, where fleeting images flickered—figures that bore subtle resemblances to Yun Lintian. Some wielded swords of starlight, others commanded armies of divine beasts, all radiating terrifying power.
"Like you," Nian Shi continued, "they rose through the ranks. Gathered power. Thought themselves destined for greatness." His lips curled into a razor-edged smile. "Do you know why none succeeded?"
Yun Lintian remained silent, his golden-black eyes fixed on Nian Shi. The God Slaying Sword hummed quietly at his side, its dark edge pulsing with restrained energy.
