Lu Yin stepped forward and raised a palm toward Wang Xia.
Wang Xia's expression darkened as he stared at Thousand Machine Strange Performance, a trace of bewilderment in his eyes. Why was this incarnation of his attacking him? The Three Spirits Method had no such flaw. But now was no time to dwell on it.
Lu Yin had already charged.
He swept out a hand. The void shuddered, obliterating the years as time and space flowed.
In an instant, he, Lu Yin, and Thousand Machine Strange Performance vanished from the Main River of Time. When they reappeared, they were beneath the starry sky of Cubic Distance.
Lu Yin's body stiffened. He had stripped away the void? He was even more proficient at it than Lu Yin.
Thousand Machine Strange Performance retreated step by step.
Wang Xia did not pursue him. He let him retreat to Lu Yin's side, his gaze still fixed on him.
"How could you?"
Thousand Machine Strange Performance grinned. "Because I'm Wang Wen."
Wang Xia's pupils contracted. "Impossible. Wang Wen was created by my spirit-splitting method. He could never betray me."
"Maybe this is also the price of reversing the past." Lu Yin cut in, watching Wang Xia. "Reversing the past means defying the laws of the universe. Of the three thousand Great Daos, one will always escape. You thought you could control everything, but there's always something you can't control or predict. And that something is you."
Wang Xia stared deeply at Thousand Machine Strange Performance, then glanced at Lu Yin. Blood was still flowing from his abdomen.
"As your bloodline incarnation, Wang Wen couldn't possibly betray you," Thousand Machine Strange Performance said. "Everything he thought and felt came from you. But you needed to keep an eye on Shi Chu, which meant getting close to