In an endless void where time and space intertwined, the True Nian Shi lounged upon a throne of crystallized temporal energy. Before him, countless floating displays shimmered—each showing a different timeline, each featuring Yun Lintian slaughtering Primordial Gods with ruthless efficiency.
Nian Shi swirled a goblet of crimson wine, his lips curling into a faint smile.
"Although the timing isn't perfect..." he mused to himself, "everything is still proceeding according to plan."
He took a slow sip, savoring the taste.
His gaze flickered across the displays until it landed on one particular scene—Yun Wushuang, the God of Life, battling fiercely against other Primordial Gods.
Nian Shi's smile faltered.
Strange.
One of his other selves should have restrained her by now. Why was she still free?
With a thought, he reached out across the timelines, connecting his consciousness to his countless other incarnations.
"Report," he commanded mentally.
