Lord of Death

In his previous life, Su Changqing had read novels about systems that simulated the future, but they were nothing like his Life Script.

The Life Script System could branch in countless directions, producing tens of billions, hundreds of billions of scripts at once, with the number growing exponentially.

And from among them, he chose the best path.

That was not even the Life Script System's ultimate form. Su Changqing had a feeling that if his system evolved once more, it would far surpass the power of order. It would let him control every person, every world, even every object.

A stone had a life of its own, from the moment it formed to the moment it crumbled into dust.

The same was true of worlds. Whether they were destroyed or remade, he could alter and observe them at will. In a sense, Su Changqing would exist in every age and every space.

This was no idle fantasy, but a deduction drawn from the Great Dao, an intuition. At their level, their understanding of the Great Dao had long since passed beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

From viewing other people's lives and seizing their opportunities to simulating the unfolding scripts of all living beings, the Life Script System had undoubtedly been perfecting itself.

It was like the Six Paths of Reincarnation, unique to the primordial world: drifting between heaven, earth, and the Nine Netherworlds, endlessly renewing itself as it gradually came into being.

If that happens, even the Eternal True Lord who controls order—that Death Eternal True Lord—will probably find it hard to kill me! I might even leap to the very summit, wielding both creation and the Chaos Order of reincarnation, and become stronger than the Eternal True Lords.

Su Changqing took a deep breath and stopped dwelling on