When the third round of elegant, tranquil flute music echoed through the deathly darkness of the Spacetime Abyss, the Longevity-Cursed Species Su Yilin emerged from the darkness again. This was her third Temporal Clone. Although that number meant little against her limit of 10,000, the same principle held: the known was not frightening; the unknown was. She could not be certain whether Zhou Heng had more attempts than her limit of Temporal Clones. If he did, all her scheming would amount to drawing water with a wicker basket-nothing in the end.
She said nothing, staring fixedly at Zhou Heng as he played the Flute Melody. For some reason, she actually saw in him a shadow of Bard Youtier, recorded in her family's historical films. After a while, the Flute Melody ended, and Zhou Heng opened his eyes. This time, neither spoke. They simply gazed at each other in tranquility for a second, then each unleashed their methods, seeking to kill the other permanently.
In the third round, Zhou Heng was still slain ten thousand times before relying on grievance units to slay the Longevity-Cursed Species Su Yilin again. The fourth round went the same way. The fifth was even a little faster than the fourth. The sixth... the seventh...
Soon, a month had passed since the Longevity-Cursed Species Su Yilin set up the Spacetime Abyss. At that moment, a Fate Hint appeared on Zhou Heng's retina...
[Right now. Reach out and grab directly in front of you.]
Without hesitation, Zhou Heng reached out with his right hand and grabbed at the emptiness before him...
Boom!
Something pierced through the entire Spacetime Abyss from outside. Amid terrifying shock waves, something penetrated its space, leaving strange white spatial rifts in its wake. Zhou Heng reached out at precisely that moment