Those who pursued eternity and permanence were destined to be replaced by those who came after them.
Lu PingAn was the God of Eternal Life, yet he had never been particularly attached to eternity. Back when he counted how many days of Life Points he had left, he had already grown accustomed to living with death at his side.
Lady Lin was different. She was heaven's favored daughter, a genius among geniuses. She longed for the highest position, and as long as her authority could endure forever, she was willing to relinquish every other form of power.
Lu PingAn did not know why she harbored such a powerful obsession, but in the end, she still met her fate.
"The world—Earth—hates that which does not change. That which is eternal."
Before the eyes of the world lay that rotting Sea of Corpses.
At the same time, there were nine New Goddesses, products of the goddesses' parthenogenesis. Most of them were female, or at least appeared to be female.
"If you're willing, follow me."
Lu PingAn felt rather strange. The true cause of Lady Lin's death had finally been confirmed.
"She died in childbirth. An eternal virgin goddess dying in childbirth... what an absurdly ironic reality."
Lu PingAn had always felt that the world probably possessed a rather twisted sense of humor. Guiding fate did not mean arranging every last detail until death, but rather setting out one "key" and "critical node" after another.
Certain people, certain abilities, certain objects were placed there, and once they interacted with one another, fate would naturally race in a particular direction.
What if they did not take effect, or those key pieces were destroyed? Then it would become another worldline, and there would very likely be another unlucky fool who died in an equally ironic