As the Lord of Omniscience spoke, he steadily eroded Jiang Hao's mind. Thoughts of his own seeped into Jiang Hao's consciousness and mingled with Jiang Hao's thoughts.
If Jiang Hao had not read the Book of Cyric first, he might have been able to fight back against the erosion of Omniscience with his own power.
But he had read the Book of Cyric. Thin whispers kept echoing in his ears, while a strange blend of wild madness and cold composure gnawed at him, trying to drive him insane.
If Omniscience consumed him, he could still fall into the Astral Plane and wait for a chance to return.
But if the Book of Cyric drove him mad,
he would remain a madman.
Then he would truly be "dead" forever. After all, even a mad Supreme Divine Power was beyond the power of any god to kill.
And to Jiang Hao, a mad version of himself was no longer himself.
So he had no choice but to devote more of his strength to resisting the Book of Cyric.
As though sensing Jiang Hao's thoughts, "he"—the Lord of Omniscience—smiled.
"Stop resisting. Let me finish consuming you, and I promise that once I have complete control of Fate, I'll bring you back..."
"Your subordinate gods, your pet, your relationships—I can give them all back to you."
"Believe me. Fate is the only thing about you I want."
Jiang Hao silently fought the Lord of Omniscience's erosion.
The Lord of Omniscience was trying to break his resolve, but Jiang Hao was far from desperate. He still had the power to strike back.
"Are you still waiting for the Lady of Night and Corellon, the Elf Chief God, to help you?"
"It's useless. I deliberately gave her an opening to seize the Authority, then secretly helped