Otto Bypasses God and Faces the Imaginary Tree: He Wants to Rewrite the Code of Kallen's Death Five Hundred Years Ago

"It wasn't a creditor," Tang San suddenly said, his voice seeming to echo back from some far-off realm. "It was an accomplice. From the moment he said 'deal complete,' that God stepped onto his chessboard as well. They were both waiting for the same outcome. Otto was waiting for Kallen, while God was waiting for the ignorance of global civilization. And in that world, no one was left to light a lamp for itself."

"No, there is still one," Huo Yuhao suddenly said.

Everyone turned toward him.

Deep within Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Eye, a tiny speck of light seemed to drift, like the last fishing fire at the end of a dark sea. "There's still that girl Otto used as a bridge. Her flame is still burning. And what Otto fears most is that, within his one hundred percent certainty, there remains this tiny light that shouldn't still be lit."

On the screen, Otto stood at the center of the dark golden web. Beneath his feet lay a path of light woven from more than a thousand souls. The pure white phantom on the moon had already faded, like a receding tide. Yet Otto did not look at it. His gaze lowered, passing through the surface of the world, through those points of light, through every moment he had crushed over the past five hundred years, and into something deeper.

The image suddenly plunged downward. Before the Douluo group appeared an indescribable giant tree. It had no physical form, yet it seemed like countless galaxies twisted together, its roots sunk into nothingness and its branches stretching toward infinity. On every leaf drifted the birth and death of worlds, brightening and dimming like dewdrops, dimming and brightening again.

"The Imaginary Tree," Huo Yuhao murmured, his voice pressed almost weightless by the