Eyes

Tang Chuan looked at Tang Cai's strange expression and explained, "He wasn't entirely wrong."

War was the meaning of Pantheon's existence. If he could one day attain the Dao and become a god in the Main Universe, then he could become war itself.

After gaining his own consciousness, every battle Pantheon passed through would appear in his mind, and he would take part in those countless battles in all manner of identities and roles.

This was not merely a replay within his mind. A soul capable of tracing backward through time was enough to cross the River of Time and participate in wars as various characters, without altering the course or outcome of any war, without disturbing the karma of evil deeds.

This was the future Tang Chuan had granted them, different from his own. Though they shared the same origin, they would head in entirely different directions. Even he could not predict their futures, nor would he possess their realizations. These were paths that had branched off from the moment the consciousness of the Origin God was born.

That was why Tang Chuan had rolled his eyes. He found this guy unbearably chuunibyou and could not understand the way they thought.

Only then did Tang Cai nod as if she half understood. She and Tang Chuan stood at the same level and possessed the same degree of insight into Time and Karma.

The Primordial God of Mystery and Terror stood among them like a massive hulking figure. His body, over ten meters tall, resembled a great tree. He suddenly spoke in a muffled voice, "I smell the scent of secrets."

His words greatly surprised everyone. They had no idea what this fellow with such an unusual train of thought was hinting at.

Bonneville asked, "Are you saying that something