Vede had always been someone who thought highly of himself.
In reality, he had stood from birth at a height most ordinary people could never reach in their entire lives. Since he never needed to shoulder responsibility, naturally no one ever pointed out his faults.
In the game, he had easily survived Instance after Instance through his reckless behavior and disregard for human life. Combined with some innate talent for the game, he had risen smoothly up the overall rankings.
He was naturally not the strongest, nor was he even particularly suited to the Eerie Game. But in his view, being ranked among the best at such a young age proved that he was truly gifted.
It was not as though he did not know that top figures like Fu Jue stood above him. But privately, he had always felt that these people were not necessarily much more talented than he was; they had merely entered the game earlier.
Rather than turn inward and tear himself apart, he preferred to belittle others. That was Vede's way of life.
Yet at this very moment, bathed in the Ancestral God's gaze, with his soul battered by pollution on a divine level, and witnessing the confrontation between Qi Si, Fu Jue, and the Ancestral God, he could no longer remain calm.
So Players and Instances in the Eerie Game could clash on this level; so this was the true strength of Players like Fu Jue; so all those Instances he had cleared before had merely been child's play...
In an instant, the glittering Holy City was dyed layer upon layer of snowy white by spiderwebs, like mountains sealed beneath heavy snow. More and more silvery-white threads interwove between heaven and earth, nearly filling the entire world.
The temple gates hung open in ruin,