The last time they had fought...
That was more than a decade ago.
So much time had passed, yet it had still worked.
It had a certain "late, but here at last" feel to it.
Xu Yuan had no time to marvel. He only felt an immense, incomparable wave of thought radiating from his entire body.
As that power poured into him, he gained nine streams of thought.
They were filled with knowledge of the Universe, insights into abilities, and reflections on combat.
They must have been the thoughts of the Old Gods.
Bolstered by them, Xu Yuan felt as though the entire world had become an extension of himself.
The clouds drifting across Emptiness.
His thoughts swept through them, and he instantly knew when they would change and disperse. In passing, he even extrapolated the climate changes the whole world would undergo over the next decade.
When he looked down,
the living beings on the earth—their personalities and Fates—needed only a glance for him to know their stories from beginning to end.
Even where people might cross paths, and what might come of it—
he had no need to calculate. He only had to follow the course of Fate to know the answer.
Mountains and rivers.
Sun, moon, and stars.
Everything ran tirelessly, like a precision machine.
Xu Yuan took it all in silently. Then, without warning, that power withdrew completely, and its miraculous effects vanished.
An overwhelming sense of loss surged through him.
Just now...
He had been like a true Old God.
He had even surpassed an Immortal Species in the usual sense.
After all, the thoughts of ten Immortal Species had been joined together in Fusion, observing everything outside.
But that state had come to an end.
Now,
only a few lines of Prompt Talisman floated