The woman, Number Three, nocked another void arrow. A cold smile played on her lips.
"Lord Yin sends his regards."
Nian Shi’s mind raced. Number Three? Then Number Four was just one of many? How many of these things had Yin created?
He tried to summon the Blade of Eternity, but the void arrow in his chest disrupted his connection to ti itself. The weapon flickered weakly in his hand before dissipating.
Number Three drew her bow. "Your ti ends here, God of Ti."
Nian Shi did the only thing he could—he fractured reality around himself, creating a thousand temporal mirrors that scattered his essence across different tilines. It was a desperate, costly move that would take centuries to recover from.
But survival ca first.
Number Three’s cold smile never wavered. "Futile."
She released the second arrow. It didn’t follow any particular shard—instead, it multiplied, each duplicate arrow phasing through dinsions with impossible precision, hunting every fragnt of Nian Shi’s scattered consciousness simultaneously.
Impossible! Nian Shi’s thoughts scread across the tilines. Nothing can track temporal dispersion!
He tried to manipulate ti around the arrows, to create paradoxes that would unravel them, but the void energy resisted all temporal manipulation. The arrows simply consud the paradoxes and continued their pursuit.
Just as he focused on evading the arrows, a familiar void energy manifested behind him. A black spear—the Spear of Emptiness—materialized from nothingness and plunged into his primary essence’s chest.
Puff!
"Ugh!" Nian Shi gasped, his silver eyes widening in shock and rage. The spear hadn’t just pierced his physical form—it was unmaking his connection to ti itself, severing his access to the River of Ti.
From the void behind him, a cold, familiar voice spoke. "You cannot escape."
Number Four erged from the shadows, its form fully restored, the Mark of Uncreation burning brighter than ever.
Bang!
The void arrows chose that mont to strike. They pierced through Nian Shi’s remaining temporal shards simultaneously, freezing his essence across all tilines.
Nian Shi struggled, but the combined power of two Uncreation beings proved too much. The Spear of Emptiness in his chest devoured his temporal energy while the void arrows pinned his consciousness in place.
"This... cannot be..." Nian Shi choked out, silver blood now flowing like a river from his wounds. "I am ti itself... I cannot be unmade..."
Number Three appeared before him, her void bow still drawn. "All things return to nothingness, God of Ti. Even ti itself must eventually end."
Number Four twisted the spear, intensifying the unmaking. "Your arrogance blinded you. You never truly understood what you were facing."
Nian Shi’s form began to dissolve, silver light bleeding into the void. His final monts were filled with bitter realization—he had underestimated Yin, underestimated the true nature of Uncreation, and now he would pay the ultimate price.
As his consciousness faded, he heard Number Three’s final words: "Tell the Creator we said hello."
Then there was only silence.
The God of Ti was no more.
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In the realm beyond ti and space, the true Nian Shi watched with growing alarm as his countless selves across tilines fell one by one to Yin’s hunting hounds. His silver brow furrowed deeply—this was completely unexpected.
For eons, he had believed himself the ultimate predator, the master of ti who could never be truly threatened. Now, reality proved otherwise.
Below his observation platform, Tantai Lanling’s expression was grim. "These aren’t just servants wielding Uncreation power," she reported, her voice tight with concern. "They are Uncreation given form—like fragnts of Yin himself. Their very essence is void, making them immune to temporal manipulation."
Nian Shi’s hands clenched. "I can see that." His voice was cold, but a rare note of frustration colored his words. "Yin has been far more active from his prison than I anticipated."
Tantai Lanling hesitated before speaking the uncomfortable truth. "As of now, no one can stop them. Not individually. Each of these ’hounds’ possesses power rivaling your strongest manifestations."
Nian Shi’s eyes narrowed. She was right, and he knew it. The recent losses proved that. His usual strategy of having individual tiline versions handle threats was failing spectacularly against these unified, coordinated attackers.
After a mont of intense calculation, Nian Shi made his decision. "The plan must change. We can no longer wait for Yun Lintian to reach perfection."
He raised his hands, and the River of Ti manifested around him, its silver waters churning with new purpose. "I must intervene directly."
With a gesture that shook the foundations of reality, Nian Shi sent a command across all tilines—a temporal edict that reached every version of himself simultaneously.
***
In Tiline 794, a Nian Shi version was desperately fending off Number Seven’s attacks. Silver blood stained his robes as he created temporal paradox after paradox, but the Uncreation being simply consud them all.
Suddenly, the ssage arrived—a pulse of pure temporal energy that carried the pri Nian Shi’s command: rge. Now.
Without hesitation, this Nian Shi abandoned his defense and tore open a temporal rift, fleeing toward the designated convergence point.
Number Seven pursued instantly, but the Nian Shi version had already coordinated with three other versions arriving simultaneously from different tilines. As they converged, their forms blurred together in a silver explosion of light.
When the light cleared, a strengthened Nian Shi stood where four had been—his power multiplied, his temporal authority enhanced. He turned to Number Seven with new confidence.
"Let’s try this again," the rged Nian Shi said, and this ti, when he manipulated ti, it actually affected the Uncreation being.
***
In Tiline 322, another Nian Shi was losing ground to Number Ten. The void claws of the hunting hound tore through temporal barriers like they were paper.
The rge command arrived just as Number Ten prepared a final strike. This Nian Shi didn’t flee—instead, he reached across dinsions and pulled two other versions of himself into his tiline.
The three Nian Shi versions rged mid-battle, their combined power creating a temporal shockwave that actually forced Number Ten back.
"Interesting," the rged Nian Shi observed, studying how the Uncreation being now hesitated. "So there is a threshold where even void cannot consu ti completely."
***
Across countless tilines, the sa scene repeated. Nian Shi versions abandoned individual battles and converged, rging into stronger, more powerful entities capable of resisting the hunting hounds.
In so cases, the rgers were strategic—versions from complentary tilines combining their specialized knowledge of temporal manipulation.
In others, it was pure power accumulation—weaker versions rging to create beings that could stand against the void.
The situation was clearly positive after this move was deployed...
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