Meng did not speak. He walked forward at an unhurried pace and disappeared into the passage through space and time.
Above the great river of space and time, five figures were already waiting in silence.
"Zexu, how confident are you?"
Meng raised his eyes toward the figure in the center.
"One in ten."
"You only have a one-in-ten chance, yet you still dare to act? That hardly seems like your style."
"One in ten is already no small chance." Zexu's tone held not the slightest ripple.
"With the way this era is progressing, Origin Heaven's defeat is practically a foregone conclusion. Why do you still insist on standing on Origin Heaven's side?"
Meng swept his gaze over the several Overlords before him and spoke indifferently.
"This battle took place in the past, but the present has yet to reach the temporal node where ancient history becomes fixed. It may not be impossible to try."
Zexu shook his head slightly. His chest glimmered faintly, and fragments of the Origin Crystal radiated resplendent divine light.
"Even if we die in battle here, so long as Origin Heaven is the final victor, It can still revive us. Either way, death awaits us. What is there to fear?"
Those words were spoken both to himself and to the other Overlords.
The other four Overlords fell silent. They had long since made the necessary preparations for what they would face in opposing an existence on Origin Heaven's level.
They had become Overlords only after receiving Origin Heaven's grace. Trusting in It was plainly the better choice. Choosing Shi Lan offered, at best, reincarnation. In truth, there was no need to deliberate over the decision at all.
"Hong... you're going to act as well...?"
Meng glanced to the side. "You have always stayed out of worldly