The white space shimmered as Yun Wuhan's projection solidified. The group found themselves standing in an endless void, stars twinkling in the infinite darkness.
"This," Yun Wuhan said, his voice echoing through the cosmic expanse, "is what Yun Tianming foresaw. Three possible endings to this war."
He waved his hand, and the void twisted—
Space shattered like glass as two figures materialized.
Yun Lintian stood clad in black robes, his once dual-colored hair now completely ink-black, his mismatched eyes burning with golden and obsidian light. The God Slaying Sword hummed in his grip, its edge distorting reality itself.
Opposite him floated Nian Shi—no longer the playful trickster, but a being of terrifying grace. His silver-gray robes flowed like liquid time, his long black hair perfectly arranged. His silvery eyes gleamed with amusement as he regarded Yun Lintian.
