Suddenly the other voice fell silent.
Then it spoke again.
"It is time."
Yu Xuan paused.
Something felt different.
Before he could react, a pulling force seized him. His consciousness stretched violently, as if dragged through a narrow passage.
In the next instant, he found himself standing inside a completely black domain.
There was no sky.
No ground.
Only endless darkness.
And in front of him stood two figures.
One of them was himself.
The older Yu Xuan stood calmly, his expression composed as always.
Opposite him was the anomalous being.
But now it was different.
Its form bled from every angle.
Its shape constantly distorted, struggling to maintain form.
"SHGFSI JSHW UDHS!" It shrieked in incomprehensible sounds.
The noise carried immense fear.
And hatred too.
Yu Xuan instinctively understood that these were not words.
They were the true dying echoes of something that did not belong within the laws of the Heavens.
