"I can feel that this instance is different. Its reach is far broader than any before it," Lin Zhichen mused. He couldn't see through the mists of fate—or rather, instance worlds, as "variables," never truly appeared in the River of Fate before they were fully integrated into the universe. They were possibilities born from nothingness, not part of the universe's natural evolution.
The Gods exchanged glances. Link asked, "Big brother, will this instance cause any trouble?"
A Star Wars instance had descended before, spawning two NPC civilizations, the Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic. At first, they had even kept the newborn empire in check. Only after a period of fighting had the empire destroyed the two neighboring NPC Nations.
Could this time's instance have spawned an NPC Faction that occupied an entire Galactic Arm?
"This instance appeared only after we found this Galactic Arm. Once it descends, the entire Galactic Arm will become a battlefield," he mused.
"Big brother, there's no need to worry so much. At worst, we fight!" Wei Peng said calmly. "I've come to understand that nothing in this universe comes easily. Even just trying to survive means facing the Tide of Darkness.
"If you don't open the instance now, does that mean we'll be able to take this bizarre Galactic Arm with ease? I bet something else will go wrong."
Wu Tianyi suddenly understood. "Dapeng is right, big brother. We've seen for ourselves as we traveled that the Will of Chaos is doing everything it can to destroy Natural Civilizations. Even if you don't open the instance, there's no way we can take this Galactic Arm without a fight."
Looking at the Gods, who all agreed, Lin Zhichen sighed. "It's not just this Galactic Arm. Perhaps..."
He paused, saying no more, and activated his talent