The remaining pages of the Book of Destiny were being consumed at a terrifying rate!
One after another, as though they had been fed into a shredder—only even faster...
There was no helping it. It was too underhanded.
The three master artisan shadows now gathered together—old, middle-aged, and young—were each more devious than the last. It was like three AIs fully trained on Bei Gong's data, using Bei Gong's own things to fight people inside Bei Gong's workshop...
Other than not actually being Bei Gong himself, it was practically the same as Bei Gong being here in person.
To truly probe their depths and changes, to understand the enemy's capabilities and variations, they had to use their lives to test for errors and use themselves to buy time.
Yet the time they could rewind had grown shorter and shorter.
They could still jump back ten minutes in the Deepdark, but now, inside the workshop and facing the Shadow of Bei Gong, they only had one second left.
They did not even have a full second anymore.
And there were barely any remaining pages left in the book.
With every total wipeout and devastating setback, violent tremors continuously spread through the workshop.
Those three reflections manifested in Bei Gong's form were, in essence, an unknown number of Blessings and creations gathered together. They formed the Workshop Core's three major modules, and what they wielded were likewise the three Masterworks Bei Gong had painstakingly crafted for this very purpose!
The old man's reflection was the [Bone Concealing Palace], responsible for suppression. It diminished the effectiveness of every Intruder while forcibly severing its targets from all external assistance at any moment, returning them to their original state.
The middle-aged man's reflection was the [Unfinished Work], responsible for degradation. So long as it existed,