Nian Shi’s eyes widened in genuine horror. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t supposed to—
Yin’s fingers tightened. Nian Shi’s divine body—a form that had existed since the dawn of time—began to fracture like glass.
"No—! You can’t—!" Nian Shi choked out.
Yin’s lips curled into a smile. "Oh, but I can."
With a casual flick of his wrist, Yin ripped Nian Shi apart. Not just his body—but his very existence across every timeline he occupied.
The alternate Nian Shi of this realm didn’t even have time to scream before his essence was devoured, swallowed whole by the endless darkness that was Yin.
Silence returned to the Heaven Realm.
Yin licked his lips, savoring the taste. "Hmm. Not bad."
His gaze then turned toward the direction Yun Lintian had vanished. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
"Faster, little guy. You better grow up faster. I can’t wait to taste you."
Yin licked his lips and vanished from the place...
In the endless void where time stood still, the True Nian Shi lounged upon his throne of crystallized temporal energy. A goblet of crimson wine hovered near his lips—
His silver eyes darkened as the death of his alternate self reverberated through his consciousness. The wine in his cup trembled, its surface rippling with suppressed fury.
After a long moment, he took the sip.
"...What game are you playing?" he murmured, his voice colder than the void itself.
The displays around him flickered, showing countless timelines where Yun Lintian continued his slaughter. But Nian Shi’s attention was no longer on his prey.
His gaze slid downward to the lone figure standing before his throne—a woman clad in silver-white robes, her presence as sharp as a drawn blade.
The God of Order’s former disciple. The one who had slain her own master and stolen his power.
If Yun Lintian were here, he might have mistaken her for Tantai Xue—the avatar she had once planted in his world. But this was the original, her eyes brimming with the same ruthless calculation as Nian Shi himself.
"Preparations," Nian Shi said flatly. "Are they complete?"
Tantai Linglong inclined her head slightly. "Ready at any moment."
Nian Shi’s fingers tightened around his goblet.
Yin’s sudden interference was unexpected. The Chasm of Uncreation had never taken direct action before—not .
He shouldn’t have cared.
Nian Shi’s mind raced. As a Primordial God born from the Creator’s power, confronting Yin directly was impossible. Even at his strongest, he couldn’t match an existence that rivaled the Creator herself.
Yin wasn’t at full strength. Not yet.
And that was the opening Nian Shi needed.
"Deploy it," he ordered.
Tantai Linglong’s lips curved into a faint smile. Without another word, she raised her hands—and the very fabric of reality around the throne room twisted.
Golden chains materialized from nothingness, each link inscribed with primordial runes of restraint. The Chains of Order—the God of Order’s ultimate technique, now wielded by his murderer.
They wouldn’t hold Yin forever.
But they didn’t need to.
Nian Shi watched as the chains vanished into the void, their destination clear—to weave a cage around Yin’s movements, however briefly.
His eyes returned to the displays, to Yun Lintian’s relentless hunt.
"Hurry up," he whispered. "Time wait for no one."
Somewhere in the endless void between realms, Yin floated leisurely, his long black hair drifting weightlessly. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he licked his lips, savoring the remnants of Nian Shi’s alternate self.
His eyebrow arched slightly.
Suddenly, golden chains erupted from the surrounding darkness, their surfaces etched with ancient runes that pulsed with primordial power. They shot toward Yin like vipers, aiming to ensnare him.
He waved his hand casually, expecting the chains to shatter against his will.
Instead, the chains coiled around his wrist, their grip tightening with unnatural persistence. More chains followed, crisscrossing through the void to form an intricate cage around him.
Yin’s playful expression faded slightly. His eyes narrowed as he examined the chains more closely.
A cold smile curled his lips.
"Well done," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "You didn’t disappoint me at all, Nian Shi."
His fingers brushed against one of the chains, feeling the faintest trace of a familiar power woven into its structure.
"You actually managed to keep that woman’s ashes."
That woman—the Creator.
Though minuscule, barely a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things, the remnants of her divine power had been infused into these chains. And against Yin, who had not yet returned to his peak, it was enough.
Yin tilted his head, considering his predicament. Then, with a shrug, he relaxed against his restraints.
"Fine," he said, his tone almost cheerful. "I could use a rest."
The golden cage pulsed, its runes flaring as it solidified around him.
Yin leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head as if settling in for a nap. But his smile turned sinister, his dark eyes gleaming with promise.
"I do hope you’re ready for me when I get out later."
The void swallowed his laughter as the cage sealed shut.
Space rippled as Yun Lintian stepped into a new realm—only to be met with a blinding golden formation spanning the entire horizon. Ten towering figures stood at its key points, their divine power pouring into the formation’s structure.
One of them—a burly man with lightning crackling across his armor—spoke first. "So it’s true. The timeline-jumping killer actually exists."
A female god with silver-flame eyes sneered. "We thought it was just rumors. But here you are."
Yun Lintian remained silent. The Heaven Sunderer Greatsword trembled violently in his grip, as if struggling against invisible bonds.
The formation pulsed, its golden light intensifying. The air itself grew heavy, pressing down on Yun Lintian with the weight of ten Primordial Gods’ combined might.
The silver-eyed goddess stepped forward. "Why do this? What do you gain from slaughtering our kind?"
Yun Lintian simply exhaled—and his aura exploded outward.
The formation shook violently as his power clashed against its restraints. The ten gods staggered, their expressions shifting to alarm.
"Impossible!" the lightning-armored god shouted. "He’s resisting the Tenfold Suppression Formation!"
"Pour more power into it!" another roared.
Golden light flared as the gods redoubled their efforts. The formation’s runes burned brighter, attempting to crush Yun Lintian completely.
"Give up!" the silver-eyed goddess shouted. "Surrender now, and we’ll let you leave alive!"