The stars within him pulsed in unison, their radiance swelling until even the silence of the hut seemed to bow beneath their rhythm.
And then—clarity.
Threads of different paths shimmered within his perception.
The Sword Intent of Domination—unyielding, absolute, a will that crushed all opposition.
The Bow Intent of Fate—distant, inexorable, like the arrow that had already struck before it was loosed.
Now, within his hands, through his spear… something else.
Tian Lei stilled. His fingers brushed the shaft, his senses burrowing into the resonance that lingered at its core. It was sharp, yes. Ruthless, yes. But it was not domination, nor inevitability.
It was division. Separation. The will to cut paths apart, to split heaven and earth, to pierce through all veils until nothing remained hidden.
His eyes opened slowly, a glimmer of both awe and certainty within them.
"…So that's it."
