Within the Martial Arts Space, "light" became the sole absolute theme; even time seemed to have lost its meaning.
No one knew how long had passed.
The light abruptly vanished, and the space returned to its desolation. The young man's figure appeared once more at the center of the platform, the five fingers of his right hand gripping a black-and-white line as though possessed by obsession...
One day, two days... one year, two years...
After a long while, ripples finally stirred in the young man's dead-water eyes, and his fingers began unconsciously rubbing the line.
With the sensation beneath his fingertips, the numbness in his eyes rapidly faded. The corners of his lips curled upward, splitting into a... crazed smile!
"Hahaha, you couldn't endure it. In the end, you still lost!"
Li Qingshan swiftly raised his right hand and lifted the black-and-white line before his eyes. Following the trace of dryness his fingertips had just felt amid that icy, slick surface, he stared at the middle of the line.
After straining his eyes to the utmost, he finally discovered a—nearly imperceptible crack!
It was not the throne's surface collapsing, but its very essence—the Authority Fragment from the gods had cracked!
"Hahaha, since you've opened a gap, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Li Qingshan licked his lips. His fingers touched the line again, dazzling sunlight spilling from his fingertips and seeping into the crack as he tried to stir the power belonging to "Authority."
However,
It would not budge at all!
The only feedback from his fingertips was an even deeper coldness, along with that same lofty indifference. The sunlight could not shake it in the slightest!
Or rather, without using his "full strength," he could not truly shake the Authority Fragment!
"Stubborn to the end!"
Li Qingshan's smile abruptly