A Miserable World, Pain to the Bone; Fortune and Misfortune Entwined, the Sword Is Summoned

Sui Yin's nightmare flashed past.

Yet the lingering traces were crystal clear. There were not only scenes from the battle in the Thirty-Third Heaven, but also their first sight of the Dragon-Halberd Giant, their first sight of the Eye of the Heavenly Ancestor, their first sight of the Three Venerable Firmaments...

After the Empty Gate was thrown wide open, every shock and terror, minor or grave, had been magnified to the fullest.

Within this fabricated world, the last thing Xu Xiaoshou saw was Kong Yuhen in the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion.

An intensely potent fear!

From Sui Yin's perspective, Kong Yuhen was nothing like the frail, boneless "jade-faced scholar" Xu Xiaoshou usually saw.

On the contrary, he stood above the River of Time, the Great Dao at his side with nothing to his left, versed in ancient and modern knowledge, aware of the fates ordained. His face was veiled in haze, and his bearing was a match for "Sui Yin upon the divine throne."

"This is Kong Yuhen?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned. If someone had told him this was the Time Ancestor, he would have believed it.

The Second World formed by a single sword nearly slipped from his grasp at the sight of such an image.

It did not merely cut forth Sui Yin's fear.

All those past fragments, including his fear of having used Kong Yuhen as a crutch, his joking deceptions, and so on, were cut out as well.

Fortunately, they were separated by both space and time. Though the "retold" images still struck hard, their effects remained controllable.

I'm already cutting down Sui Yin himself.

Why should I fear some hollow, grandiose Kong Yuhen imagined up by Sui Yin?...

"Realm and cosmos, I decree; space and time, I alter."

"Dreams fall, flowers bloom; the grand age