Darkness.
Darkness concealed everything.
By the time Shen Ye landed, he had already drawn his long saber.
Though the darkness concealed everything and sealed off his five senses, it could not stop this strike-
Scattering of Flowers!
In an instant.
Endless lines replaced the dark world.
Each line represented the trajectory of a fate.
"Hm? Strange..."
Shen Ye murmured, reined in his saber, and stood still.
The endless lines of fate vanished at once.
Darkness enveloped the world again.
-In that instant, Shen Ye had observed the countless fates stirred by his saber intent, only to discover that innumerable black Fate Lines had piled up into a high platform.
He was standing on that platform.
In other words, he was standing amid endless fates of death.
More subtly, if he stayed still, he would not trigger those black lines.
One move would doom him beyond redemption.
Shen Ye half closed his eyes, steadied himself, and carefully recalled the images of fate he had just seen.
-There were too many black lines.
He could not cut through them all.
Remaining where he was without triggering them was his only correct choice.
But-
Was he supposed to stand here forever?
Faint, fragmented sounds gradually drifted out of the depths of the endless darkness.
Something was drawing closer.
Shen Ye tightened his grip on the saber hilt. After a moment of silence, he suddenly sent a thought:
"What's going on here?"
Exactly!
What on earth was going on here?!!!
As he sent that thought, far away on the other side.
The Entropy Saint Realm.
Good Duckie had finished an entire night's work, just put on a face mask, and settled beneath a soft, comfortable duck-down quilt, ready for a massage.
But as soon as Shen Ye's thought arrived, it knew something was terribly