The Painted Prison space was like a sheet of paper being cut apart; the hand holding the shears was colder than the shears themselves.
Puppet power filled the world, yet split apart beneath the woman's long cloak.
The severely damaged Painted Prison space swayed on the brink of collapse, about to return to heaven and earth. Yet at the instant streaming light scattered in every direction, it froze beneath her martial boots.
Fold-Moon Grand Princess cut down this scene on the verge of collapse with her long blade, trimming the dynamic process of a world's ruin into a still painting and lightly pinching it between her fingertips.
So long as it had not completely collapsed, there was still room to repair it after sending it back to Jing State. Otherwise, with the world so vast, who knew what year it would be before they found this grotto-heaven again?
Xi Xiangyi and Gong Weizhang within the painting had both already escaped, landing in the boundless empty circle of the Xi residence.
Only Shu Xiulang's shriveled sacrificial-demon corpse remained on this thin painting, being meticulously carved away by the blades in Tang Wenxue's eyes... until even its lingering traces became nothing.
The sacrificial-demon method sacrificed the future to struggle in the present. The God-Awakening Project consumed the present to fight for an ethereal future.
Yet before the Demon Race could struggle their way to an outcome in the present, the future Rao Xiansun had envisioned... had already come true ahead of time!
Shu Xiulang's lowest hope before death had been that all the heavens and myriad realms could forget Painted Prison for one year.
But in truth, it had not existed for even a single breath.
To look up in one's final moments and see blade light like heavenly radiance—perhaps that too