In the seventh hour after the raindrops resumed their free fall, a pillar of turbid vapor and dust surged into the air at the center of the Ancient Battlefield ruins. From within the dust came the crisp sound of a mirror peeling apart, and as the last wisps of vapor dissipated, a giant pupil composed entirely of liquid light slowly opened in the void. This giant pupil made no distinction between white and iris; within the clear, flowing water rotated countless reflections of stars and shattered Realm Domains.
It was none other than the "water droplet," previously erased by spatial cracks, returning once more. Its current form hovered between Existence and The Void, its overwhelming watery intent restrained to the absolute limit, with only the silently diffusing pressure of the Great Vehicle demonstrating its divine essence. Lin Moyu sat cross-legged atop the wreckage, the spatial ripples around him rising and falling like breath—seemingly weak, yet as firm as a rock.
Between his fingers, he pinched a shred of residual Law stripped from the cage of water chains. "Spatial slicing... Void sealing..."
Chapter 167