The Heavenly Principle soared into the sky.
One second...
Ten seconds...
Thirty seconds...
He burned his lifespan, borrowing Heaven's might to flee.
Only after a full minute did he stop.
"I finally escaped!"
"Was that guy really imprisoned for at least a hundred eras?"
"He wasn't just trying to scare me, was he?"
He knew all too well what it meant to be imprisoned for a hundred eras.
Throughout all of history, any living being imprisoned for more than a dozen eras was terrifying beyond measure—not someone he could afford to provoke.
That was why he had chosen to run.
Now, he stopped, surveyed his surroundings, identified the direction, and prepared to continue fleeing.
However—
After looking around once, the Heavenly Principle's expression turned ugly to the extreme.
Because—
He discovered that he was still standing exactly where he had been.
The mad dash, the thunderous sonic booms, all of it seemed to have been nothing but an illusion.
"Who are you? When did you plant an illusion in me?"
This method was far too brilliant.
The Heavenly Principle was afraid.
The Heavenly God smiled and was just about to explain when, the next second, he saw the Heavenly Principle's eyes rolling wildly out of control, his mouth opening and closing against his will.
"He did not plant an illusion in you!"
The Heavenly God's expression grew solemn. "Heaven?"
The Heavenly Principle's face darkened. "Who are you? How are you controlling my body?"
The next second, his mouth opened and closed out of control once more.
"I created the Reflection Method and thought it was an unparalleled, one-of-a-kind mystery."
"I never expected your ancestors to have created a similar method long ago."
"Impressive!"
At those words, the Heavenly God's expression became grave.
Because the one controlling the Heavenly Principle was