The circle Qin Chuan had drawn on the table seemed like a bottomless black hole. Even Dies Martin's hazy form, made of pure Divine Might, felt a chill.
"The world's corrections are passive. It looks for the closest match to fill a gap."
Qin Chuan lifted his finger from the table, and the circle vanished.
"But the patch is never perfect."
"It leaves scars. Fragile scars connecting different timelines."
"And now, Myriad Self Unification is tearing those scars open, dragging every world into the main timeline."
Dies Martin's avatar twisted violently. The shadows that formed his body nearly boiled.
He finally understood what Qin Chuan had meant when he said, "They came along too."
The enemies Qin Chuan had defeated in other timelines had their very existence bound to that world's Qin Chuan. When the Qin Chuan of that world merged with the one from the Main World, those enemies became unanchored concepts.
And the merging of worlds gave those concepts a chance to anchor themselves again.
They would follow the scars and be dragged into this Main World too.
"So you're rushing to strengthen those little ones under your command to fight the coming... visitors?" All the mockery had left Dies Martin's voice.
"Fight?" Qin Chuan shook his head. "No. Hunt."
His tone was calm, yet the vast, empty room seemed to grow colder.
"The spoils of countless timelines will gather in one world. It's an unprecedented crisis, but also a feast unlike any other."
"We have a window before Myriad Self Unification is complete. Enough time to do a great deal."
Qin Chuan sat back down and tapped a finger in the air. A three-dimensional star map of countless stars and Divine Kingdoms slowly unfolded before him.
One region shone brightest of all: dozens of Divine Kingdoms linked