Once the backlash of Karma stacked to a certain level, it would very likely drive Chen Yan into a dead end.
Or rather, a dead save.
Although Chen Yan absolutely did not want that to happen, he had no other choice.
No matter what, it was still better than falling into the hands of "himself" from another timeline.
Chen Yan had already faced death with calm acceptance.
Yet the expected darkness and reincarnation evaluation did not appear within his consciousness as it was about to sink into chaos.
Agony shot through his shattered meridians, and a streak of blood spilled from the corner of Chen Yan's mouth in a cough.
He opened his eyes in astonishment, then turned to look beside him.
Between his fingers and his temple, a black cross-section no larger than an apricot had appeared.
And that pitch-black fault was steadily expanding.
...A Space-time Fault.
Chen Yan raised his head and looked at the enormous, withered eyeball in the sky.
The withered eyeball was looking at Chen Yan as well.
Three eyes met.
It was only an eyeball, of course; it could not reveal any emotion.
Yet Chen Yan vaguely felt that It was laughing at him.
Yes.
That withered eyeball belonged to himself from another timeline.
If it was himself, how could It possibly not know that his greatest trump card was being able to reload and start again after death?
Trying to kill himself?
It would not be that simple.
Especially now, when he was within this pocket world. Everything in this realm was almost completely under the dominion of that withered eyeball.
It seemed he had already reached the end of the road.
But even so, Chen Yan still had one final trump card.
His meridians had already shattered, and his sea of qi