Yu Lian stood like an immovable mountain, staring straight at the enormous eye wrapped in geometric fragments. Now, that creature of the Void Realm, seemingly the very embodiment of the abyss, had grown even more twisted and bizarre. It was devouring light, devouring heat, devouring people's minds, and seemed to be devouring aether as well.
But he knew that the twisted energy was the core of the Void Realm Lord. As long as he found a pattern in that chaos, he could find its true form.
Then, it would be his.
But in truth, weren't these excessively frequent distortions and pulses also a sign of the Void Realm Lord's panic? It could feel it, couldn't it? It could feel that it had already been completely locked down by the phase space.
Yu Lian didn't draw his sword. Against an enemy like this, there wasn't really a sword he could draw.
Instead, he extended a finger and casually beckoned to it. "Come on, big eyeball! Come kill me head-on! As long as you kill me, this phase space will collapse. This space, this island—they'll all be yours as a reward. Just so you know, at least the turf in the grand arena really did come from the material universe. Let me feel..."
Before he could finish, the "eye" at the heart of the vortex suddenly contracted, as if it had regained focus.
And so, even the ever-shifting, splitting geometrical forms seemed to freeze all at once, as though shattered glass had turned into solid ice mirrors.
The mirrors reflected light from nowhere, scattering it across the grand arena.
There were no earth-shattering beams of energy, nor any violent psychic shockwaves. There was only a hazy, dreamlike, gentle glow—the kind most suited to a date.
A little garden bathed in such a