The Primordial God of Wisdom’s words sent shockwaves through the remaining gods. Their divine hearts trembled as realization dawned—this wasn’t mere slaughter. This was unmaking.
The God of Flames’ golden eyes widened in horror. "The Chasm of Uncreation... Only that being could..." His words choked off as his jawbone cracked under invisible pressure.
Yun Lintian’s fingers curled slowly, methodically. Each millimeter of movement brought unbearable agony to the divine beings.
Crimson divine blood sprayed from the Flame God’s pores as his legendary armor—forged from a dying star’s core—began melting under Yun Lintian’s grip.
His scream turned to gurgles as molten metal flooded his lungs. The eternal flames that had burned since creation’s dawn flickered desperately before being sucked into Yun Lintian’s palm.
The God of Wisdom watched in terror as his comrade’s very concept of "flame" was unraveled strand by strand. The Flame God’s body collapsed inward like a dying sun, his divine spark extinguished forever.
Yun Lintian turned to look at the God of Storm and clenched his grip.
Lightning arced madly as the Storm God’s body compressed. His legendary whip—capable of punishing entire civilizations—lashed against Yun Lintian’s grip to no effect.
"YOU CAN’T DO THIS! THE COSMIC LAWS FORBID—"
His protest ended as his vocal cords snapped. His eyeballs burst from mounting pressure, golden ichor freezing mid-air before being drawn into Yun Lintian’s vortex-like palm.
The Storm God’s final act was to detonate his divine core—only for the explosion to freeze in time, then reverse into Yun Lintian’s waiting grasp.
Following that, Yun Lintian continued to crush the other Primordial Gods one after another. He did it effortlessly as if he was crushing a pitiful bug.
The God of Wisdom watched his companions perish one by one, his once-immortal mind finally comprehending the truth.
"You... You are not the God Slayer but," he spoke with difficulty. "A new Creator... You are a new Creator!"
Yun Lintian’s grip tightened in answer.
The God of Wisdom’s ancient bones powdered like dried clay. His treasured memories—millions of years of cosmic knowledge—were siphoned away like sand through fingers.
"Wrong... Everything is wrong," he whispered with his final breath. "We have been deceived..."
Unwritten from the existence.
Silence reclaimed the frozen star.
Yun Lintian examined his hand—now glowing with ten distinct divine signatures that quickly merged into his golden-black aura. The God Slaying Sword hummed approvingly, its hunger momentarily sated.
"Well, well, well, look at you."
At this moment, the frozen starlight shimmered as space itself rippled. A familiar silver-robed figure materialized before Yun Lintian, his playful smile never reaching his cold eyes.
"You’ve grown stronger again," Nian Shi mused, examining the remnants of divine energy still dissipating in the void. "I’m so proud."
He expected no response. Yun Lintian had ignored him countless times before.
Yun Lintian raised his head.
Golden-black against silver.
Nian Shi’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before widening. "Oh? Eager to test your new power?" He spread his arms in mock invitation. "Try me."
A warning laced his playful tone: "But remember—I’m not like those other versions you’ve met."
The entire universe froze. Not just the stars or planets—but the very flow of time itself solidified into perfect stasis. Only two figures remained untouched:
Nian Shi, smiling confidently.
—whose God Slaying Sword was already mid-swing.
The Rending Heaven technique manifested without fanfare. No brilliant lightshow, no thunderous declaration—just a simple black slash that severed causality itself.
Nian Shi chuckled. "Cute."
He rewrote reality with a thought, turning back time to erase the attack before it could form.
The slash reappeared from Yun Lintian’s left side.
Nian Shi’s silver eyes widened slightly.
He predicted my rewrite.
Space folded as Nian Shi teleported—only for the black slash to follow, cutting through dimensions like paper.
Nian Shi snapped his fingers. The River of Time materialized, its silver waters intercepting the attack. The God Slaying Sword’s energy dissolved into the current—
—then reformed behind Nian Shi as Yun Lintian reversed the river’s flow.
A lock of silver hair fluttered to the ground.
Nian Shi touched his bleeding ear, his playful demeanor finally slipping. "You... have mastered temporal manipulation?"
Yun Lintian didn’t answer.
The God Slaying Sword hummed hungrily.
Nian Shi’s wound healed instantly, but his expression darkened. "You’ve been holding back. All those battles across timelines... you were studying us."
A realization struck him. "The Primordial Gods you killed—you weren’t just absorbing their power. You were learning their laws instantly."
Yun Lintian’s silence confirmed it.
The God of Time’s smile returned, more dangerous now. "The Profound Vein of All Creation is indeed powerful. But..."
Space shattered as Nian Shi unleashed his true aura—an oppressive weight that made even the frozen stars tremble. "Don’t forget that I invented those tricks."
The River of Time inverted, its waters turning black as it flooded toward Yun Lintian. Every drop contained the weight of dead universes, the despair of erased timelines.
Yun Lintian raised his free hand—
And caught the river.
Nian Shi’s confidence wavered as Yun Lintian’s fingers closed around the temporal torrent. The black waters thrashed violently before stilling—not frozen, but subdued.
"You..." Nian Shi’s voice lost its playful edge. "Since when could you control the River?"
Yun Lintian finally spoke, his voice colder than the void between stars.
"Since you killed my people."
His words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Nian Shi’s silver eyes narrowed. Then, abruptly, he laughed—a sound devoid of mirth. "This timeline’s getting tedious anyway... Enough for today. We can play again—"
Nian Shi’s laughter faded as he took a step back, silver robes fluttering. His fingers twitched subtly—a gesture that should have torn open space and allowed him to vanish into the River of Time.
He tried again. The air remained still. No ripple of spatial energy, no familiar pull of the temporal currents. It was as if the universe itself had become a locked room.
Yun Lintian stood motionless, his golden and black eyes burning into Nian Shi.
"Where are you going?"
The question was soft, almost casual. Yet it sent a chill down Nian Shi’s spine...