Siye's pupils trembled violently. In a rare moment of stunned disbelief, he hurriedly asked, "Just how much lifespan and essence did you put in that bottle!?"
[Fu Hanchuan] looked unruffled and said calmly, "Thirty years. Half."
Siye froze, instantly at a loss for words.
"You only left yourself three years?" Siye could not help demanding. Even the dispirited big black cat beside him lifted his eyelids to glance at the man.
[Fu Hanchuan] gave a quiet hum of assent. Without looking back, he continued channeling energy to repair the barrier. "That's enough."
Three years.
Enough for him to put everything back on track.
He would even have some time to spare, before Wen Yanyu's family returned, to selfishly stay by Wen Yanyu's side and spend one last stretch of time with him.
It was enough.
His severely depleted body could no longer support him walking very far, so he might as well take advantage of Siye's stopped time to reinforce the world barrier here.
On the day Wen Yanyu swallowed pills and died in the mountains, on the day Wen Yanyu was drawn into reincarnation, on the day the world stopped turning.
On the day half his soul followed him away, on the day he saw his world's shattered barrier, he had known.
His world was merely one among countless worlds that had been damaged.
As long as the world remained unrepaired, as long as Jun Changmo had not died completely.
Wen Yanyu would never escape that control.
Neither would those countless worlds.
He had been powerless, until he and Wen Yanyu accidentally entered that world while fleeing-the only sanctuary free of all constraints, sheltered by the Supreme One, independent of every other world.
He had accepted the Supreme One's terms, trading ten years of his lifespan and the answers