Liang's lips curved without warmth. "Steal? No." His eyes hardened. "I'm recycling."
With a sharp tug, the ethereal hand ripped a portion of the divine soul from the orchid. The extracted essence shimmered like liquid starlight, pulsing with the remnants of the god's power. Liang didn't hesitate—he clenched his fist, and the stolen divinity shattered into countless radiant fragments before dissolving into the fabric of the nascent universe itself.
The universe trembled.
Wherever the divine essence touched, space itself seemed to mature and stabilize. Threads of fate grew stronger, weaving a more complex tapestry of causality. The fundamental forces of reality - time, space, karma - all became more defined and orderly.
