Xuán Líng could do many things.
Erase laws.
Create a new reality.
Replace the Heavens.
Yet none of those solved the problem.
Because the problem… was himself.
If he lived, the world would be safe—but slowly dying.
If he vanished, the world would fall into chaos—but live.
Xuán Líng smiled faintly—the first smile in millions of eras.
"Then… the answer is simple."
He raised his own hand.
Not to attack.
Not to defend.
But to sever his own existence.