He didn't attempt to merge any more intent worlds for now.
The integration of Scythe Intent and Sword Intent was already at its limit—two tyrannical forces fusing into something greater, something terrifying. Any more additions now, and the slightest imbalance might rupture the entire world and the backlash would be unimaginable .
He didn't need to risk that.
Not today.
What mattered now was simple: kill the three people before him.
Everything else could wait.
"There are three thousand Daos," Ethan murmured, his eyes dark and sharp, "but in the end, they all return to the same origin."
A faint smile touched the corner of his lips.
"My world of intent… has no limits."
His gaze pierced the horizon of his own intent world, vast and ever-changing.
"Boundless Intent World… that shall be your name."
