Constrained by Song Ciwan's own Cultivation, the Time Mistake's original power seemed to weaken after it acknowledged her as its master.
But this was only temporary. For Song Ciwan, the Time Mistake's amplification of the Path of Time was made starkly apparent.
Song Ciwan pointed, unleashing her Morning Dew Finger. Across from her, the Sword Insect had just leaped into the air, poised to slash with its sword again, but its body instantly froze rigid in mid-air.
The Sword Insect let out the final screech of its life.
To learn of the Dao in the morning is to be able to die content in the evening.
It hadn't died from its Lifespan being exhausted, but from perceiving the Dao.
The giant insect raised its head, its armored skull held high in the air, its pair of insect eyes filled with a light of infinite yearning, as if it had glimpsed some paramount principle of life.
And it had used up its life to comprehend these principles.
And then, it died.
