Inside the dome, the process completed. The last silver ray vanished into the Hourglass. The final Blade of Eternity merged with the prime weapon. The other copies were gone. Only the prime Nian Shi remained.
He stood there, radiating power that made the golden barrier around them tremble. The Blade in his hand was now a thing of terrifying beauty, glowing with a light that seemed to contain entire dead universes. The Hourglass pulsed rhythmically in his other hand, its sands now moving with a slow, inevitable certainty.
He leveled his newfound gaze at Yue Bingyao. The pressure was immense.
"Show me something worthy of this power," he commanded, his voice layered with the echoes of his absorbed selves. "Do not make this a waste. I would be disappointed if you cannot even withstand a single strike now."
