Everyone who sensed this shift and understood the implications froze in place.
Ever since ancient times, anyone with knowledge of the rules of change could confirm that the divinity occupying this Godhood had previously belonged to the God of Precepts.
However, at this moment, those who understood change found a new memory suddenly etched into their minds: the deity above the rules of change was the God of Fiction, Naimus.
This distinctly contradictory memory sat comfortably in their minds all the same.
As for those who lacked the high-level knowledge of the rules of change, at most, a powerful entity named the God of Fiction simply materialized within their thoughts.
This kind of alteration to the memory at the source of the entire world had never happened before.
It was as if an archaeological excavation had suddenly yielded a new discovery, such that a completely novel history appeared within everyone's cognition.
This strange sensation felt as though the past had just subverted the present world.
Some weak deities even had a realization surface within them at that moment.
No wonder Naimus was so formidable—it turned out he was the ancient God of Change, only returning once more in this era.
However, for those deities who understood and knew about the Path of the Old Gods and Naimus, this was not the past subverting the present, but rather the present subverting the past.
Right under their very noses, Naimus had implanted information into the past regarding his status as a veteran Elder God.
Yet while this information did not alter the history leading up to this exact moment, it dictated the future extending from this moment onward.
Within the True Spirit, Naimus's body rapidly overflowed outward.
Only this time, Naimus's body was no longer black mist, but an indescribable sea of