The Old Man at the Endgame

Besides the tangled Fate Lines connecting the Little Blue Man and the people represented by the statues, a thicker, chain-like line wrapped around the Little Blue Man's body. The Little Blue Man and the statue people also gave off countless tiny, intricate lines like a spiderweb. They were a tangled mess, and the lines stretching into the distance were all obscured by white mist, making it impossible to see any further.

Compared to the Little Blue Man's enormous web of Fate Lines, Fang Yue's was like a drop in the ocean. There was no comparison.

No wonder the parchment had exclaimed that this was one huge game...

[Do you understand now? That guy wants to lure you in. What he plans to do exactly depends on how the Fate Plate changes from here.]

[What do you want to do?]

Fang Yue's expression darkened. He had no intention of becoming someone else's pawn, so naturally, he would be better off severing the connection.

[Sure thing. Leave it to me!]

A mournful flute note rang out. A slash that warped the air appeared out of nowhere and swept in from afar.

With a sharp crack, it precisely severed the light blue line above Fang Yue's head, cutting off the Little Blue Man in the clouds.

The Little Blue Man maintained his serene smile for a while, then suddenly changed, as if a soul had entered him. Like Fang Yue's Little Black Man, he came to life. He seemed to be momentarily stunned, glanced down, then looked around in confusion, seemingly at a complete loss as to what had happened.

The wind howled. The Little Blue Man's expression immediately changed, returning to the same mysterious smile he'd worn before, and the soul faded away.

[It worked... Using its power took a lot more