BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—CRACKLE!!
Out of the broken heart of the twenty-five-year-old Original Timeline Gu Nian Phantom erupted a continent-swallowing hurricane of Half-Step Rank 10 World-Ending Black Chaos Flames!
In the original three-thousand-page script, this was the exact black fire that had cremated the Immortal Gu Clan, melted the thirty-six Heaven Palaces, and reduced ten thousand galaxies to silent cinders.
Yet as the black inferno roared fifty thousand feet toward the ceiling of Floor Seven, the twenty-five-year-old Phantom wasn’t looking at the heavens.
With black blood-tears pouring down his gaunt, scarred cheeks, the twenty-five-year-old youth raised his chipped, nine-foot Chaos Demon Broadsword with a trembling right hand and pointed the tip straight at fifteen-year-old Redeemed Gu Nian!
“WHY?!”
The twenty-five-year-old Phantom’s voice cracked—not like a terrifying demon lord’s, but like a heartbroken eight-year-old boy screaming at an unfair sky!
“WE ARE THE EXACT SAME PERSON!!” the scarred youth wept, his left hand clutching the rotting gray scrap of his father’s Page-Three burial robe so hard that his frostbitten fingernails bled into the cloth.
