Amidst utter chaos, inside the White Jade Capital where time has no meaning, all the Fate Commanders clung to and separated from one another, forming a circle.
At the center of the circle stood Ji Zai, the master of confusion, and the dying San Qing, who presided over the secret Heavenly Dao.
CRUNCH, CRUNCH. The sound of chewing echoed incessantly. Li Huowang yanked and tore, stuffing his mouth with a mixture of silkiness and gore.
Ji Zai stared at what was before him. Even now, he could not discern or touch which thread was the secret Heavenly Dao and which was the growth Heavenly Dao seized from Zuo Qiuyong. After all, for San Qing—the master of the secret Heavenly Dao—concealing this information was as easy as breathing.
But this didn't hinder Ji Zai's actions. It doesn't matter which is which. Swallowing them all can't be wrong. With that thought, he grabbed a thread without hesitation and shoved it into his mouth.
