The Battle of Fate

The grand wheel of fate came crushing down.

At this moment, everyone felt the sheer "coincidence" of fate. The causal certainties along the Timeline were laid bare in all their glory.

Time had already passed through the crossing, forming a perfect logical loop.

"Gather the power of the past and future." Meng Yi reached out, as if gripping the void. The three people from the future seemed to break through a mirror, plunging completely into this age.

Rip!

In an instant, Herodotus's Six-Thorned Crown of Thorns appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Their crowns look so similar?"

"He came from the future. What relationship does he have with future Nokron? What will the future universe look like?"

Wave after wave of doubts brimmed with disbelief.

Meng Yi seemed to be the final mastermind behind everything. She had created a stage.

After several crossings,

all the powerful actors had taken the stage to face the greatest terror born from the condensation of the universe's darkness—the Ancient Dragon.

That monster, mutated from the depths of Nokron's heart and gradually bred within it, was a dark celestial phenomenon that transformed an enormous volume of information into fists and punched the Heavenly Dao to death—a calamity of the age.

This mysterious female God King who had been moving through history—

everyone held her in profound dread.

"Everyone, I will die here. This is a fate set in stone. I will welcome my final death."

Meng Yi looked around at the others and spoke with ringing conviction. "And our inevitable victory in this battle, our success in saving the future of the universe, is also a fate set in stone. The future has already been determined."

Everyone fell silent. Not a single person replied.

The demonic aura in the sky was murky, trembling out strands of halos.