Nian Shi's face twisted in fury. "You think you can escape?!" He unleashed his divine sense, trying to lock onto Yin's presence, to use his control over time to track him through the timelines.
But it was futile. Yin, the embodiment of Uncreation, had vanished without a trace. He had retreated into the void itself, a realm where even the God of Time's authority held little sway, to digest his feast and complete his recovery.
The Land of Beyond Heaven fell silent once more. The only sounds were the faint crackle of residual energy and Nian Shi's own heavy, angry breathing.
Nian Shi's mismatched eyes, one holding the remnants of Yun Lintian's past, the other blazing with cold silver light, swept across the silent, ravaged battlefield.
The euphoria of absolute power still coursed through the vessel, but a cold fury simmered beneath it. Yin's escape was an insult, a variable he had not fully accounted for.
