As Lin Heng's words fell, the hundreds of millions of shattered motes of light from the Illusory World Mirror condensed into a streak of radiance and sank into his glabella.
In an instant, he felt as though he had fallen into a transparent river, with time flowing backward.
His divine sense perceived it with exceptional clarity, as though something were reversing in a manner visible to the naked eye.
A lock of black hair stuck to his forehead with blood gradually lost its dark crimson hue at the edge of his vision, returning to pitch-black.
Then, starting from the roots, that blackness seemed to be stripped of life, bleaching white bit by bit.
Crack!
The sound of broken ribs came, yet there was barely any pain, like how an elderly person's bones would creak with even the slightest movement.
Was Lin Heng young?
He was very young, but he had consumed far too much lifespan.
He stood at the edge of the Black Abyss. Behind him lay densely packed mountains of corpses; beneath his feet flowed a river of blood from cultivators of every kind.
Time was surging backward with him at its center.
The largest eye above the void abruptly widened. It saw Lin Heng's face flickering repeatedly between old and young, black hair and white hair cycling in alternation, his entire body like an afterimage frozen in a frame that was being played backward over and over.
Time itself was being pried loose, like when two beings representing different Heavenly Fates had once fought for the Creator's authority.
"The Law of Time!"
The countless eyes across the heavens abruptly contracted. For the first time, the calm voice rippled with violent agitation.
"How can an ant in the Dao Integration Realm possibly touch rules of this level? 'Fortune' could