An Altar Built from Five Million Lives: Just to Bend the World Line That Little Bit

"Or rather, he had become something more dangerous than Gods." The Dragon God spoke slowly, his voice seeming to squeeze through an ancient fissure. "Gods make the Rules, but they do not personally rewrite every person's fate. Otto does. Because what he wants is not for the world to continue, but for the world to bend in the direction he desires. Even if it bends only that little bit, countless realities will collapse."

"Then Fenghuang Down..." Tang Wulin suddenly asked. "Does it erode him every time he uses it?"

Huo Yuhao nodded. "It does. The more he uses it, the thinner he becomes. It is a forbidden art that burns the soul to touch the Divine Domain. But to Otto, how much of himself remains is unimportant. He said long ago that he did not care whether he would be consumed by it. What he cared about lay beyond the chessboard."

The image finally froze on Otto sitting in an empty study, the Bodhi Leaf resting before him. Extremely fine streams of light flowed through the veins of the leaf, as though countless worlds were being born and dying upon its surface. His fingers rested lightly on its veins, his gaze so terrifyingly focused that he seemed to be listening to whispers from the ends of countless worlds that only he could hear.

"He found it." Dai Hao's voice was cold and hard, yet carried a nearly imperceptible heaviness. "So next, he will treat the entire world as a sacrifice and send it into the World Line he chose."

"Those people who were sacrificed did not even know which world they died in." Xiao Xiao's voice trembled.

"They might not even know whether they ever existed," Tian Hen added. "After reality is altered, not even ashes may remain of them.