The Remaining Power

Simple words put them at ease.

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight wept with joy.

Mo Li said, "Do you remember? That FGO mobile game Chaotic Evil Gudako mentioned. Before I met you, the Mash I knew was only a character from the FGO mobile game."

"So, Mash, you were the first Mash I ever knew. Ritsuka Fujimaru, you were also the first Ritsuka Fujimaru I truly met."

Ritsuka Fujimaru was overjoyed. "Mo Li, you came... Won't this cause you a lot of trouble?"

Mash Kyrielight was delighted. "Mo Li, forcibly coming here to change such an important moment must be bad for you..."

Neither of them cared about what Mo Li had said. They were worried about him instead.

There were rules between worlds and pantheons. If gods could interfere with and alter worlds at will, then would the Age of Gods not have faded for nothing?

They both knew that Mo Li was a genuine Chinese immortal, so naturally, rules bound him as well. Though immortals residing in the mortal world faced fewer restrictions than other immortals, restrictions still existed.

"Compared to the two of you, none of that matters."

The warmth and gentleness in Mo Li's voice calmed them both. They felt exceptionally safe, and the sight before them etched itself deep into their hearts.

Mo Li advanced against the light, steadily forcing the beam back.

Goetia stared at the scene in disbelief and roared in refusal. "Impossible! How could you suddenly become so powerful?!"

This Great Light Wheel was his proud masterpiece, the sum total gathered from all of human history.

How could this be happening?!

Goetia went mad. "You should only be some obscure immortal! Even if you are powerful, you should never have been capable of this! Are you one of the Three Pure Ones?!"