After destroying the Past God Statue, Gao Ming had not only recovered his true self, but also seized Past's divine essence and a portion of his faith.
In fact, repeatedly dying and returning to the bus in the past had already made Gao Ming's soul highly compatible with the Past God's rules. That was precisely what the Past God had seen in him. Rather than let him die so easily, he had planned to turn him into his most devoted believer. Unfortunately, he had never imagined that Gao Ming's will had reached a point where even Fate could not shake it.
He had tried to fragment Gao Ming's will, but even after splitting off so many Gao Mings, there still seemed to be no end to it.
Sometimes, even a god could feel bewildered.
Walking along that bloody path, Gao Ming studied every footprint. Each had been left by a different version of himself. At the final moment, they had all chosen to burn their souls to light the last stretch of his journey.
Everything that had happened here was, in truth, a reflection of Gao Ming's repeated deaths and fresh starts. Spark by spark, they had finally set the plains ablaze.
"They are me, and I am them."
The ghost creatures lurking in the surrounding darkness did not dare approach. Gao Ming easily reached the entrance to the Xiangshengyong Apartments. Every step away from this place had exacted a price in blood, yet returning took only a single minute.
"I didn't expect you to still be alive." Gao Ming looked at the battered Painter Gao Ming and He Jing, who was playing dead beside him. After all the other Gao Mings had merged with Ordinary Gao Ming in another form, Painter Gao Ming was still desperately struggling.
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