The deepest layer of Lianhua's consciousness had become a green and flowery land at the world's end, where a glance back from a little girl among the blossoms seemed like a fleeting glimpse, yet it was as if time had frozen for ten thousand years.
At the edge of the world, the cold mechanical sound echoed as though it shook her consciousness into a blank, the Divine Power flowing within her body was rioting, clearly intangible energy, yet it burst forth with sounds of shattering, as though it was being remolded amidst disintegration.
She could clearly feel that, in the process of remolding, the Divine Power within her seemed to have separated out some sort of ethereal will, becoming somehow lighter.
For the past two hundred years, the sensation of bearing Divine Power felt like enduring the weight of the world, the pressure from the natural laws ever present like shackles binding her, as if bearing this force meant enduring the curse.
Until this moment.
With a snap.
