This light was lightning—and destiny. Zhao Cheng did not try to intercept it, because the instant this Bright Light appeared, it had already arrived.
In Norse mythology, Odin, the king of the gods, possessed a spear that never missed.
And although the divine age of this world had nothing to do with Norse mythology, being instead a manifestation of ancient Greek mythology, many things within different mythologies shared similarities.
For instance, the power of destiny!
The so-called prophecies of destiny were not possibilities of the future, but outcomes that had already been fixed.
The future was already fixed; what remained unfixed were instead the past and the present.
The result of the strike came first, and only then did the process unfold.
The light that tore heaven and earth apart at this moment was precisely like that. Across long ages and generations of god-kings, they had always feared destiny, yet at the same time, they had all sought to grasp its power.
Ever since the first god-king hid the Titans' Creation Sword within destiny, the gods had already begun to come into contact with the power of destiny.
One could even say that the divine age had now departed from this world, and that the gods slept within Mount Olympus—this too was, in a sense, a backlash of destiny.
At this moment, the power of destiny—or rather, a thread of destiny controlled by the gods—revealed itself for the first time. Though Mount Olympus had gone far away, though the gods slumbered within the sacred mountain, the gaze of the king of the gods had never left the earth.
Yet the strongest king of the gods had never displayed his own existence or will. He merely watched the earth in silence. Whether it was the Underworld King's intent to rebel or