In the Supreme True Realm, all was silent.
The instant your "other self" dissipated completely, an inconceivable sensation spread, making even the myriad worlds tremble.
Even the Mysterious Dao Master, seated high above the clouds, could scarcely conceal the storm raging within him.
"So... what I faced before was merely an Incarnation?!"
His brow furrowed tightly. In those eyes that saw through past and present, an emotion called "worry" appeared for the first time in ages.
Yes, he was worried about you.
Although your "other self" had dissipated, that eerie connection rooted deep within his true spirit remained like a maggot clinging to bone. No matter how many Ten Thousand Arts he tried, he could not sever even a fraction of it.
Across the experiences of five ages, he had never witnessed such a heaven-defying method.
Yet before he could investigate further, an exceedingly obscure fluctuation suddenly struck.
None of the Supreme Existences present noticed it. Only he—or rather, only the irrevocable command your "other self" had left before its death—
—"After Chen Fan dies, you will immediately do everything you can to harm your own side, then kill yourself!"
—and the invisible shackle it had formed keenly detected that fatal signal.
There were no strange phenomena, no warning signs, but the truth was... you had fallen.
You had fallen utterly somewhere, and all memories of you, all your experiences, and even every trace of your existence had eerily transferred to another being.
Crack—
A crisp sound of shattering rang through the void. That invisible shackle truly broke at the sound.
But for him, this was no release. It was a catastrophe that would swallow him whole.
For as the shackle crumbled, his own existence began to unravel with it!
The change was irreversible and terrifying.
Even when he unleashed