Moments later.
Yun Lintian stood at the edge of the Netherworld, gazing into the abyss.
The Primal Chaos Wall had fallen.
The Realm of Chaos had invaded.
And his people—his wives—were fighting a war he hadn't been there to stop.
A cold fury settled in his chest.
But his mind was clear.
He turned to Si Junyi. "I'm going back."
Si Junyi observed him with those crimson Yama King eyes, his expression unreadable.
"You've mastered the power," he said slowly, "but don't mistake that for victory."
Yun Lintian turned, his mismatched eyes—one void-black, one emerald-green—locking onto Si Junyi. "Meaning?"
Si Junyi exhaled, his voice colder than the Netherworld's winds. "The God of Time has existed since the dawn of creation. You? Even counting all your years in time-accelerated formations, you're barely a thousand years old."
A pause. Then—
"He has spent eons preparing for this."
Yun Lintian's gaze didn't waver. "And?"
