"If you replaced Eternal Night, what would you do?"
In the ethereal void, several gods who had been bound by chains of black mist and had yet to be absorbed cried out.
Song Siming's voice echoed in overlapping layers as he replied unhurriedly, "Since I have replaced His existence, then naturally, I will finish what He left undone."
"Devour you and help me take the final step toward becoming a primordial creation."
After saying that, Song Siming paused briefly before adding, "Of course, I am no tyrant. I will not treat you as cruelly as Eternal Night did."
"I will preserve your consciousness and grant you the greatest possible freedom."
"To you, the final result is nothing more than being ruled by a different primordial creation."
"Before, it was the Forest of Rules. From now on, it will be me, Song Siming!"
"If you wish to resist, that is fine as well."
"Because I do not mind completely erasing the consciousness of any resisters, to serve as a warning to the rest!"
A strategy of both intimidation and appeasement—the stick and the carrot.
Before the gods, who had few choices left, it barely counted as a decent way out.
After all, even if their resistance succeeded, a world no longer protected by the Four Pillars would still be unable to withstand the massive waves stirred up by primordial creations.
Those countless realms, as fragile as foam atop the crest of a wave, would likewise be unable to escape the fate of destruction.
With the mindset that a miserable life was still better than a good death, the gods made their choices one after another, conveying their willingness to submit to Song Siming.
Some gods even began embracing those chains, merely to accelerate their fusion with the black mist.
Song Siming