A brief patch of emptiness appeared in the space beside Dharma King, but even the destruction origin, busy ranting, sensed it.
The destruction origin paused, perhaps thinking it had imagined things, then resumed its rant. Its confidence, however, had quietly diminished.
Chen Luo flicked his finger lightly again, and the destruction origin immediately spoke.
"Big bro, I was wrong."
The destruction origin felt a chill run through it. It finally understood why the death origin feared Chen Luo so much and had told it to apologize to him.
This was the fucking power of spacetime.
Did forcing origins into slumber mean they had been beaten into submission?
No. As long as they slept long enough, they would recover sooner or later, unless all things withered away and vanished from the world.
Only when destruction and death no longer existed would they be unable to recover, but even that would not mean they were dead.
The destruction origin knew that if Chen Luo's flick had struck it, part of its body would have vanished.
A few more flicks, and it would be gone entirely.
Why did the destruction origin fear no other origin, only spacetime?
Other origins could, at most, force it into slumber. They could not kill it.
It could not afford to offend both time and space. One, at most. If it offended both, it was done for.
Previously, when the death origin had been inside Sea Ji, Chen Luo had used Time Reversal on it. The death origin had merely flown into a rage and resisted.
When Chen Luo had used it as a rock to smash things, it had chosen to endure it, planning to take revenge on him as soon as its strength recovered.
Only when Chen Luo used spacetime erasure had it truly become afraid