Nian Shi fell into a profound silence. Yin's mocking words, "The God of Time has finally run out of time," echoed in his mind, not as an insult, but as a chillingly accurate assessment of his predicament.
His silver eyes, usually swirling with the patterns of countless timelines, were now still, deep pools of cold calculation.
His mind raced, faster than any mortal could comprehend, weighing every possible variable, every shred of possibility. He ran through millions of potential futures, searching for a branch where he could still seize victory. Attacking the barrier directly was futile.
Persuading Yin was off the table; the embodiment of Uncreation was now content to watch him fail. Waiting was not an option; every second brought Yun Lintian closer to a completion that would spell his own end.
He was trapped. Cornered. And a cornered Time God was at his most dangerous.
