The past, the present, and the future.
Chen Yan felt that, at this very moment, he was like a book—or rather, a character within one.
Even every thought currently arising in his heart had already been seen through by that terrifying gaze.
Yet that was not even the most terrifying part. Chen Yan realized that his past, present, and future—
Everything. Every last thing.
So long as that terrifying gaze wished it, anything could be rewritten by its will.
It could make Chen Yan cease to be Chen Yan himself.
Any thought born in his mind, every past experience, even his origins and gender, could all be changed by it.
...the End Beast.
Chen Yan finally realized just how absurdly wrong he had been.
He had originally thought that, under the protection of the Heaven and Earth Laws, the End Beast would be unable to do anything.
But the fifteenth realm was, in the end, the fifteenth realm.
It was a power like that of a creator, something Chen Yan could never reach, something he did not even dare dream of.
Chen Yan, who had already weathered countless storms and waves, still found his heart utterly consumed by despair at this moment.
Because this was the first time he had begun to feel that everything he had done had been completely futile.
Yet that power from the End did nothing.
That terrifying gaze merely watched him.
Time remained frozen, but the chains in the sky, already dyed gray, actually began to move.
Shen Xuanwei, hooked by those chains from the space-time fault, began to be dragged toward the space-time fault.
Only after the young man in the Black Daoist Robe, who had long since lost consciousness, vanished into the depths of the space-time fault did the eyes emerging against its