Darkness.
Darkness shrouded everything.
When Shen Ye descended, he had already drawn his long blade.
Even though the darkness concealed everything and sealed his five senses, it could not stop this strike—
Flower Scattering!
In an instant.
The dark world was replaced by endless lines.
Each line represented a trajectory of fate's operation.
"Hmm? Strange..."
Shen Ye murmured softly, retracting his blade's momentum, standing still on the spot.
In an instant, the endless destiny lines vanished.
The world was once again engulfed by darkness.
—In that moment, Shen Ye observed the countless destinies stirred by his sword intent, only to find an unending array of black destiny lines stacking into a high platform.
He stood upon this platform.
In other words, he was standing amidst a fate of infinite death.
More subtly, if he remained still, he wouldn't trigger these black lines.
But one move meant eternal doom.
