Yun Lintian watched, powerless, as the last remnants of Qing Shui's essence dissipated. Frustration gnawed at him.
The rune, its cryptic purpose fulfilled, flickered and died, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake. Yun Lintian stood alone, the weight of the revelation crushing his spirit.
"Heh." A humorless chuckle escaped his lips. Regret coiled in his gut. The knowledge Qing Shui held could have proven invaluable. Unfortunately, deciphering the God Marks would take far longer than he could afford.
"The Primordial Gods…" he muttered, the name echoing in the cavernous silence.
What insidious plot were they weaving? Was it the machinations of a single rogue faction, or something far more sinister – a conspiracy that stretched across all ten deities? The question hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the vast secrets still hidden within the Primal Chaos.
