Unimaginable!
At this moment, this instant, in this world, in this place...
It was not merely Mercury standing here alone. What existed here were the Sages of two Mohists!
They possessed neither the majestic bearing of Ten Thousand Eyes and Ten Thousand Wings, nor the sheer multitude of Ten Thousand Hands. Their true form could not be observed, and their actual appearance could not be determined.
Only within the reflection of the Established Law did the turning of all phenomena faintly sketch the outline of a palm.
It bore no trace whatsoever, yet seemed to be everywhere.
Like fate itself.
The Formless Hand reached out, unfolded, and lightly caught the burning Revolution. With a casual sweep, it cleaved apart this stretch of heaven and earth, scattering endless darkness and shadow.
Its light illuminated heaven and earth, crushed the laws, and returned that vivid color and essence to all phenomena.
Just as destined fate replayed everything that would occur in the past and future.
Its edge revealed itself before the form of the Great Evil.
Slash.
It could not be stopped, because this was the result ordained within time itself. Nor was there anywhere to flee, because that wisp of Silver Radiance had risen from every observable and unobservable possibility, following endless causality and endless probability, overlapping into one and turning itself into an inevitable result.
This was Tian Zhu!
"...What rotten luck!"
Within The Tower, that lonely figure shackled in darkness could no longer stop himself from shaking his head. With a self-mocking sigh, he said, "After all these years, no one ever told me there was a second strike..."
Though he said that, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl upward.
He watched that clear, moonlike radiance descend toward him.
His heart filled with anticipation and