Tian

But these worlds were failures to begin with. Losing in the struggle proved that they lacked the factors necessary for victory.

At lower levels, such factors might seem changeable, perhaps blamed on bad luck. But at their level, the concept of luck had long ceased to exist.

What was luck? It was when the development of all things strayed beyond foreseeable tracks. Yet before Ninth Order beings, such tracks were as clear as patterns in the palm of one's hand—there was no possibility of escaping their control, unless another Ninth Order being was plotting behind it.

Those below the Ninth Order had no possibility of plotting against a Ninth Order being.

Therefore, once they failed, they would have no chance of succeeding again. Whether it was Old Street or the existing Ninth Order beings they faced, none would give them another opportunity to rise.

That was why he had felt at ease continuing his slumber. By his calculations, before he truly awakened, no new Ninth Order being could possibly emerge.

But clearly, events had not unfolded as they had in the future he had seen, because Yang Mu had never appeared in that future.

His presence had been concealed by the essence of the Tomb Realm. Although Yang Mu was the core of this stretch of the River of Time, in the eyes of Ninth Order beings, he did not exist. That core position was the projection of another essence.

This was not merely a scheme from the Phantom Beast World. Other Ninth Order beings had taken part as well.

The one who had now awakened was named Tian. He was the strongest existing Ninth Order being, and his authority over the Void had reached thirty-eight percent.

Before he was injured, he had constantly hunted other Ninth Order beings to