Death, that most troublesome fellow, could be ignored for the time being!
At a time like this, he had complete faith in the Sun.
Muttering to himself, he shook the hourglass in his hand, clearing out the sand inside before slowly raising his head.
At that moment, more than twenty drops of blood floated before him!
The crystal-clear blood resembled rubies, floating silently in the air. Despite the complete absence of light, they still gave off a glow, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Lu Ce sat in the middle of that ring of blood droplets like a crazed cult leader, letting out a strange, low chuckle.
He had secretly acquired these blood droplets through all sorts of methods.
Their owners were every God Chosen in the world, along with several figures he considered important.
He could now sense the fluctuations of divine power across the globe, detecting whether any god's power could completely cover the entire world.
Combined with the hourglass in his hand and these people's blood, he could roughly grasp the developments in the conflict between humanity and the gods throughout these dark ruins.
Strangely enough, whether among humans or gods, he was considered the most crucial figure. Yet he had not taken part in a single battle.
He remained within these ruins, wrapping the blood in his divine power and making it spin before him, as though he were watching one chess piece after another in his hand.
After being a pawn charging into battle for so long, he was finally trying to become a Chess Master.
In truth, he was not good at chess.
But Xie Antong had reminded him before—who he fought was probably not something he could decide for himself.
That was why he did not make a move. What he had to do was