Traces of Yuan

A game?

A stroke of fortune?

"Or, you could call it an interesting play," Confusion added.

Dongming Holy Lord found it hard to describe how he felt at that moment.

His indignation was on the verge of erupting, yet what he felt even more was helplessness.

From the day he was born into this world, he had understood what "Taiyi destiny" meant—

Taiyi World was only a hair's breadth away from the crucial opportunity needed to rise to the next level.

But to seize that opportunity, it still needed the most vital figure—"one who bore destiny."

Yet the only "Holy Lord"-level existence at the time, Kongji Holy Lord, held ideals that were far too unrealistic. He simply could not be entrusted with such a responsibility.

And thus, Dongming Holy Lord came to be.

Favored by Taiyi World's Heavenly Will, he overcame countless hardships and rose from behind. In barely ten thousand years, he had surpassed the vast majority of extraordinary beings in the world.

Then, three thousand two hundred and seventeen years ago, he became Taiyi World's second "Holy Lord"!

His might loomed over all races, and he ruled the myriad heavens.

It could be said that throughout his entire journey, he had never encountered a situation as "helpless" as this one.

Even against the great enemy Taiyi World had faced back then, he had been able to contend with it through the world's favor.

Yet the pressure this mysterious being gave him far surpassed even that "great enemy" Taiyi World had encountered in the past.

Despair—the despair of being utterly unable to see the gap between them!

Sensing the surging emotions in his heart, Confusion merely smiled.

The "intensity" of the fortunes he bestowed had always depended on the deeds of their recipients.

The people of this world were