Ding!
Lu Cang had only touched his own fate, but even that slight contact set every name in the space stirring!
Rustle—
"I..."
"My fate is... a new world?"
Lu Cang saw a distant scene. In it, he was pinned to an altar, while every being below stood with solemn expressions.
In a faraway region, Lu Cang saw brilliant light, profound darkness, wild-growing flesh entwined with plants, and roaring flames and furnaces...
He also saw Izpalut, Ekhatol, and even the legendary Yakartikto.
They were all gathered below the altar.
Looking up at him.
Waiting for him to be... offered as a sacrifice.
Lu Cang looked down at the altar, but it was far too complex. Its patterns were engraved not only across a vast expanse of thick bedrock stretching for who knew how many trillion kilometers.
They also spread through every inch of the air and across the sky.
Though Lu Cang had become quite learned by now,
this ritual was on an entirely different level.
He could only just barely guess that it had something to do with the world as a whole...
"I..."
Ding—
Lu Cang's gaze returned.
So this was my fate...
"I refuse to believe in this bullshit fate."
Another voice suddenly rose in his mind.
It wasn't his own.
Ever since he had obtained Deepest Truth, the other voice in his mind had gradually grown quieter.
Lu Cang could tell which thoughts were truly his, so he was no longer swayed by thoughts that sprang up from nowhere.
But...
Now, that corrupted voice had appeared in his mind again.
"Heh. I really don't believe this. Fate can be changed."
"Besides, I can make wishes, too."
But the voice, like an intrusive thought, went on, "But... you've already sensed it, haven't you? You've noticed and felt