The chain traced an arc through the air, flying toward the Weird Bride closest to Luo Fan.
But just as the chain was about to touch her, something suddenly changed.
Countless tiny patches of rust suddenly appeared on the glossy black links. They spread and deepened at a visible speed, turning from scattered yellowish-brown specks into broad swaths of dark red.
The links rapidly lost their metallic texture as they corroded, becoming brittle, their surfaces covered in spiderweb cracks.
In the space of a single breath, the entire chain began disintegrating from its end, turning into countless fine particles that drifted down into the pool.
Not even the tiniest scrap of metal remained, as though the chain had already exhausted its entire allotted lifespan in the river of time.
Luo Fan's heart clenched.
He instinctively glanced again at the two figures sitting cross-legged in the center of the pool.
The Weird Bride on the left had aged beyond recognition. Countless deep wrinkles covered her once-stunning face, and her skin was as dry as pieces of old bark plastered against her bones.
Her body was curled up, as frail as a dead leaf that might be blown away at any moment.
The Weird Bride on the right was the complete opposite. Her body had shrunk to the size of a two- or three-year-old child, and her wedding gown was absurdly oversized, like a heap of red cloth piled over a tiny body.
Her little hands still held a hand seal, but she was almost too weak to maintain it.
Although he did not know which was his wife from this spacetime and which was his wife from a parallel universe.
Whichever spacetime she came from, however, the Weird Bride was still the Weird Bride.
Luo Fan clenched his teeth, staring at