Back in the memory, Yun Wushuang closed her eyes. A single tear traced down her cheek—but when she opened them again, her emerald gaze burned with resolve.
"We will do it."
Yun Tianming inclined his head. "Then it begins."
With a wave of his hand, the Creator's essence split—one half surging into the forming Profound Vein, the other into the embryonic crown.
The artifacts pulsed with primordial power, their true nature hidden beneath layers of deception.
Yun Wuhan stepped forward, placing his hand over the crown. Elemental runes flared to life across its surface—a perfect disguise.
"Let Nian Shi chase shadows," he murmured. "While our son becomes the storm."
The plan unfolded like ink dispersing in water—subtle, irreversible.
Yun Tianming's own successor, Yun Tian, would wear the crown of their ambitions openly. The Beyond Heaven King's Crown, the Profound Vein of All Creation—all would shine brilliantly upon him, drawing Nian Shi's gaze like moths to flame.
