Yun Lintian's pupils constricted.
He seemed to finally find an answer why the Gate of Beyond Heaven wouldn't open… It was because the connection from the other side was alreadly gone.
He raised his free hand. Golden light swirled as he attempted to summon the gate—the pathway to his home.
Nothing happened.
The space remained empty.
Mo Ling's laughter turned manic. "I told you! They're DEAD! Your precious Yun Qianxue? Lin Xinyao? All wiped from existence!"
Yun Lintian's blade trembled.
For the first time in centuries—perhaps the first time ever—true rage burned through him. Not the controlled fury of battle, but something primal. Something terrifying.
The sky darkened. The earth quaked.
Mo Ling kept laughing, even as his body crumbled. "This was never about beating you in a fight, you fool! It was about making you suffer! Nian Shi knew—the only way to break the Seed of Fate was to destroy everything it cared about!"
