The magic stirred.
Everything around seemed to come to a standstill.
Threads of destiny descended from the sky, tightly binding everyone's limbs.
The threads transformed into various characters, obscuring the humans' five senses.
A grand and profound voice echoed:
"This trick again? It's useless."
The world flickered and vanished.
Wu Xiaode found that in that receding world, everything returned to normal.
Fu Caier was talking to Song Qingsi.
The sect leaders of other factions watched the happenings here with expressions of anticipation.
Song Qingsi descended the steps, preparing to strike.
Fu Caier stood ready and waiting.
—He was gone, yet no one noticed any anomaly.
It was as if they had completely forgotten about him.
The world was indeed gone.
Only Wu Xiaode remained standing in the space composed of endless destiny characters.
"Who are you?"
Wu Xiaode asked.
"Hee, that is my name."
