Splash!
The surging river within the mist should originally have brought a pleasant feeling.
But at this moment, all the gods and beings felt was shock. Their souls trembled.
Across the interplanar battlefields that seemed on the verge of shattering the Boundless Mystery, beings from every faction—chaos, neutrality, and order alike—froze.
They all raised their heads and looked toward the starry sky.
Weak beings could not see the whole picture. No, it should be said that no existence could see the full scope of what was happening at this moment.
Even Master Level gods could see only part of it.
Unable to restrain themselves, they turned their gazes toward the deepest reaches of the Boundless Mystery. The mist that obscured everything churned, and an illusory "river" reflecting the entire Boundless Mystery began to flow out slowly. Endless black Threads of Fate wove through it.
At that moment, every observer was overcome by a sense of powerlessness.
It was as though their bodies, souls, and everything else had slipped beyond their control.
Ordinary beings, extraordinary lifeforms, even members of the myriad spirits—all suddenly became equal before the river tide that was gradually surging forth.
"The River of Fate!"
The hearts of the gods began to tremble.
Especially the Masters. After seeing the Tide of Fate River surge forth, they finally understood something.
The anomalies they had sensed, the secrets they had tried to investigate, the calamities that had erupted one after another throughout the Boundless Mystery... all those things concealed by mist and distorted by misdirection began to become clear.
A small number of Master Level gods with exceptional wisdom had even begun to foresee scenes of the future.
But unfortunately, it was all too late.
Rumble!
Without any warning, the previously gentle Tide of Fate River suddenly became violent and