Countless threads of rules lashed around him like giant pythons startled awake! Their power could erase a chief god in an instant, leaving not even a lingering obsession behind!
But Lin Ye did not dodge.
He let those threads of rules wrap around him until not a single gap remained.
"Tuner!" Radiant Stilllight cried out.
Lin Ye raised a hand, signaling everyone to stay still.
He looked down at the wildly writhing threads of rules, a faint smile curling his lips.
"Blueprint, I know you're 'watching.'"
The threads abruptly stopped writhing.
"I also know you recognized me."
Behind Lin Ye, one corner of his cloak gently unfurled. Six thousand two hundred and seventeen streams of light lit up at once, yet their glow remained restrained, like matches newly struck in the night.
"I'm not here to challenge you."
"I'm only here to take a few things back. Things you forgot long ago-or deliberately forgot."
Silence.
There was only the faint sound of the threads of rules trembling.
After a long while-
The threads wrapped around Lin Ye slowly loosened.
They retreated onto the doorway, leaving a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.
Lin Ye smiled.
He turned to look behind him.
"Stay close. One at a time. Don't fall behind, don't look back, and don't make a sound."
He was the first to step through the doorway.
Behind him, twelve hundred warriors and six thousand two hundred and seventeen streams of light filed through.
The doorway silently closed the instant the last person passed through.
Beyond the door lay the First Era Battlefield.
There was no sky, no ground, nowhere to stand. There was only an exceedingly sluggish "void," like congealed glue. Every movement felt like a struggle through thick, clinging despair.
But what stunned