Yin's smile never wavered as he examined his creations.
Perfect.
Just as he had designed them.
"Listen well," he said softly. "Your targets are simple."
He raised a finger.
"First—Nian Shi's little toys. Break them."
A second finger.
"Second—the remnants of the Creator's power. Consume them."
A third.
"And third..."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Leave Yun Lintian to me."
The ten shadows bowed.
No words were needed.
They understood.
Yin turned, his robes fluttering as he strode toward the abyss's exit.
Behind him, the ten figures dissolved into the darkness—each heading to a different timeline, a different battlefield.
The hunt had begun.
And this time...
There would be no survivors.
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Nian Shi's silver eyes narrowed as Yin's presence vanished completely from his perception. For the first time in eternity, a trace of unease flickered in his heart.
"Impossible."
