The sudden intruder and "insult" sent Sessaro, the God King, into a furious rage.
This was his kingdom, this was his temple, and he was the "Lord of the Sky and Thunder Pantheon." If other gods could barge in at will, he might as well give his position to his wife.
Tang Qi had been able to appear because he had received Sessaro's permission at the beginning of their cooperation.
But when it came to other intruders, Sessaro had only one thought: blast them into nothingness with thunder.
Yet just as he was about to act, the sight that appeared next, along with that familiar yet deeply dreaded Divinity Aura, helped Sessaro retain his reason.
Amid a hissing sound, the Mist of Fate surged forth, enough to obscure everything.
The gray mist carried an incomparably wondrous aura, as though it was connected to countless beings within the Boundless Mystery, including all spirits. Black Threads of Fate flickered indistinctly within it.
A lady wearing an ancient long dress, barefoot and with a blackish-gray braid, appeared within Sessaro's Temple as a "third party."
Her features were ugly, and the corners of her mouth seemed eternally curled into a smile mocking all living beings.
But at this moment, the emotion she radiated was fury.
Her fury toward Tang Qi and Sessaro was utterly undisguised. Compared to Sessaro's majesty, the Goddess of Fate was even more arrogant. She was like a supreme bitch who forever stood above the mist, looking down upon all beings and spirits, toying with them according to her whims.
At least, that was what Tang Qi thought.
Sessaro, who had been enraged by the appearance of an "intruder," calmed down at this moment.
He was not afraid of the Goddess of Fate, or at least, that was what he believed.