Casting [Fated Hit] back then and drawing [Fate]'s attention had given him inspiration.
Recalling it through White God Perspective, he had discerned the nature of [Fate] and devised a plan to defile a god.
His earlier claim about toying with the God of Fate's fate had been no idle boast.
Within the vortex, Bai Ye was dragged ever deeper, plummeting toward an Abyss that even gods dared not touch.
And the great God of Fate was forcibly dragged down with him by the Fate Lines attached to Bai Ye.
[Fate]'s immense true form, which spanned dimensions, seemed astonishingly clumsy in these ocean depths-even panicked.
The Fate Lines it had lowered earlier had failed to drag Bai Ye into itself to be devoured. Instead, they had welded themselves firmly to his soul.
To its horror, it discovered that it and Bai Ye were already inextricably linked.
Bai Ye had willingly become a part of [Fate]. By setting its sights on him, [Fate] had also become tainted by his taboo.
"Either you pull me out of this vortex, or you die with me."
ROAR!!
A roar rang out in a voice belonging to neither human nor beast-a roar that barely belonged to the realm of sound at all.
It was as though billions of stars had exploded at once, or spacetime had snapped under unbearable tension.
That sound was filled with a panic the ancient god had never known.
A moment before, the God of Fate had stood high above all, regarding every living being as an ant. Now, it had fallen from its divine pedestal.
It had believed itself the greatest player on the chessboard of heaven and earth, never realizing that, from beginning to end, it had merely been a piece placed in a losing position.
The player fell onto