"I told you, you deserved a grander death. See? I found death for you."
Lu Ce was like the kind of lunatic locked in the deepest ward of a psychiatric hospital, able to keep talking to himself endlessly even when no one responded.
After that drop of blood fell into the hourglass in his hand, the sand inside vanished completely, leaving it utterly empty.
That meant the blood he had dripped in this time belonged to a dead person. It could no longer record the loss of that person's life—because it had all drained away already!
Yet Lu Ce continued speaking while patiently staring at the hourglass in his hand.
Suddenly, the space at the bottom of the hourglass churned, and grains of sand actually appeared out of thin air.
Then, more and more sand gathered together, forming a stream that drifted upward against gravity!
It began surging from the lower funnel of the hourglass toward the upper one!
As he watched this scene, the smile on Lu Ce's face gradually turned somewhat deranged.
It worked!
"Heh, I knew it would work."
"Death, your first move has failed. I wonder if you foresaw my move..."
As Lu Ce spoke, he looked toward the distant north, as though conversing across the void with an existence far away.
"Cough!... Cough, cough!"
Feeling her life slipping away, Chiyo Eon coughed hard several times. Yet she could not cough up blood; only a trickling stream of strength continued fleeing from her.
What an ironic feeling. She had brought catastrophe upon a world and desperately absorbed divine power, only to end up with no ability to fight back at all.
It had all been returned. How utterly ironic.
Chiyo Eon slowly narrowed her eyes. At the end of her life, she suddenly felt relieved,