Wu Heng, who had transformed from the Flesh-Weaving Machine into human form, stood between heaven and earth.
His skin gleamed like crystal, as though it were not made of flesh and blood. When he spoke, his voice seemed to resonate with some law of this space, containing a terrifying power.
"Just who are you?"
The Grudge-Binder and the Ever-Rotter, two sinister beings composed respectively of a twisted rift and a mass of rotting flesh, had stopped fighting and stared at Wu Heng in confusion.
There was not much fear in their eyes.
Because they were the strongest beings in this world, and both of them were certain of it. Wu Heng before them looked powerful, but he seemed to be no more than their equal.
Having stood at the pinnacle for countless years, neither of them feared any opponent, including each other.
"Me?"
"Perhaps you can think of me as the Creator of Marrow Rot, the guide of Mire Abyss, and at the same time, a traveler." Wu Heng paused. "Or perhaps not."
He knew that, based on the world's current progress, there was an infinitely high chance that it could meet the Lighthouse's requirements and become a permanent world.
At that time, he would naturally no longer be a traveler, but the master of this world.
"You created Marrow Rot?!"
"What did you come here for?" the two root-level evil spirits asked.
"Of course, I came to wait for you. I laid the groundwork for a thousand years precisely so that you could open a passage from the evil spirit world to reality without altering the historical timeline!"
"What do you mean?"
The Ever-Rotter let out a muffled voice. Every piece of flesh on its body seemed to roar like a mouth, spraying vast quantities of spores into the