It was not only Lu Yang who noticed something was wrong.
At this moment, Sword Lord, who was truly facing Chu Sheng head-on, was the one most puzzled by—and most wary of—Chu Sheng's utterly strange composure.
Could he still have some trump card up his sleeve?
But things had come this far. How could he possibly turn the tables?
Where had it gone wrong?
At that moment, on the fourth level of [Other Shore], the figure that had always been shrouded in endless Sword Light finally revealed herself, displaying a graceful, enchanting form.
Before this, she had always spoken through sword cries, her voice like clashing gold and iron. Yet before Chu Sheng, she no longer bothered with such pointless concealment. Decisively dispersing the Sword Light around her, she parted her crimson lips, and a crisp, pleasant voice suddenly rang out both within and beyond [Other Shore]:
"Chu Sheng, what are you trying to do?"
Even as she questioned him, Sword Lord did not stop moving. She held her sword in one hand, while the other was tucked behind her back, where endless light of Destiny gathered at her fingertips.
Scene after scene flickered within the light.
They were images of [Destiny], images of fate, vistas of the future. There was no predetermined ending within them—only infinite changes, surging like a rolling river.
If [Fixed Number] was the result, then [Destiny] was the process.
The two had always been inseparably linked. Sword Lord was now using [Destiny] to deduce Chu Sheng's hidden move, seeking traces of [Fixed Number] emerging.
Yet Chu Sheng gave no response. He merely raised a finger lightly.
This finger no longer dealt with Sword Lord. Instead, it landed squarely upon the [Other Shore] beneath his feet, producing a soft crack like shattered glass.
Crack!
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