There was no omen, no disturbance, no proclamation.
After writing the final word, Jiang Hao simply sank. The matter that formed his body dissolved into the River of Fate like foam.
Carried by the river, his consciousness began expanding without limit from the point where he had entered it.
The past remained unchanged through the ages; the future changed from moment to moment.
Driven by the River of Fate, his consciousness spread into the past and the future until it covered the entire river—a river containing everything unchanging and ever-changing in the Multiverse, every certainty and possibility, everything that existed.
The River of Fate shuddered.
A figure of light rose from the River of Fate. He walked slowly across the current that held everything in the Multiverse, a faint smile on his face.
"Should I say 'Let there be light' right now, or 'In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme'?"
He chuckled, then raised a hand.
Beneath his feet, the River of Fate miraculously began to shrink. The past shrank, the future shrank, everything shrank, until it condensed into a tablet.
With the Fate Tablet in his hand, Jiang Hao felt far more confident. He cast his gaze across the Multiverse, searching for the Lord of Omniscience. They were both Supreme Divine Powers of Divine Rank 19, and Fate stood at the pinnacle of the Authorities capable of sustaining a god at that rank. He no longer needed to fear the Lord of Omniscience.
Just then, Jiang Hao heard a prayer.
"Praise you, great Fate Sovereign Sandru..."
What's going on?
Why is someone praying to me under the name Fate Sovereign?
A flicker of confusion crossed Jiang Hao's mind.
His ascension had taken place under Concealment. Among the gods, only Supreme Divine Powers of Divine Rank 19 might