The Weaving of Fate

He spread his arms and began reciting the holy words.

With every syllable he uttered, Sunday's body began to change.

The parts that had once belonged to a god were stripped away, transforming into something resembling a fetus.

"Not good!"

Welt Yang's expression turned grave. Countless streams of blue data reflected across his lenses.

This was the authority of the Herrscher of Reason that Zhang Qi had given him. Perhaps because it had been connected to the Path of Erudition, its performance had improved tremendously.

That was also why he had been able to instantly determine Sunday's condition—

They had already denied Order, yet Sunday had not stopped. Instead, he was attempting to create a new Path.

Under normal circumstances, that should have been impossible.

Because after Destruction's birth, no new Paths should have emerged in the galaxy.

So, more accurately, Sunday was not truly creating an entirely new Path or a wholly new concept. He was combining existing concepts into a new one.

Theoretically, such a thing was possible. According to certain ancient records, the concepts of Paths were not immutable.

They could draw toward one another, devour one another, and merge because of similarities between their concepts.

Harmony devouring Order was the most typical example.

But what about the reverse?

If Harmony could devour Order, did that mean that, with sufficiently special and powerful authority, one could tear the fragments of "Order" back out from the vast conceptual aggregate known as "Harmony"?

The answer was yes. And that was precisely what Sunday was doing—

That was why Tai of Order had been resurrected.

If Harmony could do it, then what about the other Paths?

"Order is flawed in the end. By this decree, it shall be severed!"

"Memory fades in but an instant. By this decree, it shall