Just like most craftsmen, he also crafted his rebirth form into tools and creations, entrusting all of himself upon a pair of chisels and axes that he valued more than life!
He raised his hand, aiming distantly at the frozen gray mist.
Instantly, the silhouette of a chisel faintly emerged within the void, pressing against the intangible gray mist, followed by the appearance of the axe, which struck down!
Boom!!!
Amid the thunderous noise, the Circle Realm flashed momentarily.
——[Excavation]!
No domain, no shape, not even substance or continuity; it only naturally formed in an instant of appearance and then naturally faded away.
His Circle Realm only existed within the 'process', or rather, it was the 'process' itself!
Pledging his entire being and spirit, even wagering his own life, all of the Circle Realm was just for this momentary transformation.
At that moment, with the axe and chisel in hand, it was natural, they cleaved down!
Thus, everything shattered on cue!
