Faced with an intangible substance, yet it seemed to seal off the past, present, and future—the killing intent had already become "Predetermined Fate."
Moon Laurel chuckled softly.
Within Jiang Qiao's pupils, shaped like "∞," a speck of red suddenly appeared at the center of the intensely concentrated Gray Light. Like a drop of ink falling onto rice paper, the red spread outward the moment it appeared.
His pupils immediately changed from black-gray to scarlet.
And within those red pupils,
countless strange and profound symbols appeared one after another, like twisted Hieroglyphs.
The characters were silver-white.
They looked like miniature script carved onto jade beads.
Tiny, yet clear.
They densely covered his entire eyes.
As the scriptures appeared,
blood-colored ripples spread along his gaze, flowing out from Jiang Qiao's eyes. It was like a lake pierced through by stone, layer upon layer, wave after wave.
And within every layer of waves,
countless silver-white characters were swept up.
At this moment,
Heaven and earth fell silent.
Even the terrifying ax-light that seemed fated to strike stopped in midair.
No.
It had not stopped.
Instead, it had entered some profound state, as though the "ending" had been deferred indefinitely, until eternity.
Even if it was Predetermined Fate,
the destined moment could still be cut apart, postponing it indefinitely.
When the ending never arrived,
did it still matter what the "ending" was?
The giant spirit let out a frenzied roar. Its terrifying voice tore countless spiderweb-like fine cracks through the void. The hand gripping the ax suddenly pressed downward.
The speed was incredibly slow.
The movement was extremely sluggish.
Yet it carried the weight of the entire world pressing down upon it.
The Hieroglyphs radiating a faint white light were immediately crushed into pieces. The blood-red ripples were also flattened beneath the tremendous pressure,