Atop Desolate Mountain.
Li Yue walked out, step by step.
His gaze turned toward the locations of the other three Life-and-Death Furnaces.
At that moment—
At the sites of those three Life-and-Death Furnaces, slaughter shook the heavens. Dimension-level undead fought heedless of their lives, driven mad by the struggle for the greatest opportunity in the Death Origin Realm!
They longed to obtain a Life-and-Death Furnace.
They longed to gain Fate Lord Candidate status.
They longed to become Fate Lords themselves one day!
A saying circulated among the many Dimension-level undead of the Death Origin Realm.
Only by becoming a Fate Lord could one truly take control of one's own destiny!
The words "Fate Lord" themselves meant to rule over destiny.
"The mortal world is a furnace."
"All beings are smelted within it. True gold soars into the heavens and becomes a Fate Lord."
"False gold becomes a stair, a stepping stone."
"From my mortal beginnings until now, I have never known true freedom."
"Nor have I ever known true safety."
"Great Emperors must contend for the Dao fruit of an Immortal King."
"Immortal Kings must contend for the seat of a Heavenly Venerable."
"Dao Ancestors must contend for the fate of a taboo existence."
"Taboo existences must contend for transcendence."
"Contention runs through all beings, all dimensions, all worlds."
"Even those lofty Transcenders are contending."
"They seek to attain the Fourth Transcendence Realm, like the Ancient Emperor Lord."
"And the Ancient Emperor Lord seeks to carve out a path beyond transcendence."
"It is not even limited to living beings. Even dimensions contend."
A reflective expression rested on Li Yue's face.
During this time, he had personally witnessed Dimension-level existences who had roamed invincible through the Three Thousand Dimensions fight to the death and perish one after another.
It made him