Time stood still; Void Darkness fell silent.
As Lu Yang charged without hesitation to meet that killing finger, not the slightest ripple could be seen in Chu Sheng's eyes—only the detached indifference of supreme ruthlessness.
He could not block it.
If resolve had been enough, he would have reached Spirit Transformation long ago. Before absolute strength, so-called resolve and will were nothing more than the barking of defeated dogs.
The next moment, Chu Sheng took a step back. As he did, his figure suddenly split into two. One continued to point a finger at Lu Yang, while the other strolled leisurely in the opposite direction, heading straight toward the Sword Lord, toward the River of Destiny.
Present and future ceased to be distinct at that moment.
It was an exceedingly mysterious technique, one that even surpassed the Dao Lords' understanding. Only the Wisdom Light in Dao Tianqi's eyes nearly blazed as he saw through its essence.
'Time.'
At this moment, as Chu Sheng continued walking, "Lu Yang being slain by his finger" had already become a scene of the past, while he himself was walking toward the future.
"We can't let him walk over there!"
Once Chu Sheng completed this journey and arrived before the Sword Lord, "Lu Yang's death" would be completely anchored, becoming an unalterable past.
Therefore, the key now was not to stop Chu Sheng from walking toward the Sword Lord, but to stop him from killing Lu Yang with that finger. As long as that past was not anchored, the future would inevitably recede. Then, even if Chu Sheng reached the Sword Lord and killed her, without a cause in the past, the future would struggle to bear any result.
With that thought, Dao Tianqi immediately acted.
Yet when he tried to intervene, he discovered that