The Endless Abyss trembled.
Yin's formless essence recoiled, his infinite darkness flickering like disturbed water. His will—scattered across the cosmos—had just been severed.
For the first time in eons, the Chasm of Uncreation felt something alien.
Surprise.
"Interesting…" His voice, usually dripping with amusement, carried a rare note of contemplation. "To think Yun Lintian's daughter could invoke the Creator's power…"
Nian Shi, standing amidst the crumbling ruins of the World Tree's sanctuary, turned his silver eyes toward Yin.
"You failed."
A statement, not a question.
Yin chuckled, the sound echoing through the abyss like a dying star's last breath.
"Failed? No. This was merely a test." he spoke. "That little girl has indeed inherited Yun Lintian's potential to the fullest. But even she cannot sustain that power for long."
Nian Shi's fingers twitched.
He had not witnessed the battle himself, but Yin's words were enough.
