For many people, the future was a word filled with imagination and hope. But for others, the mere thought of tomorrow left a bitter taste.
To pull out the nail the Future God had driven into the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's chest, Gao Ming entered the Future God's room and, with the female ghost's help, touched the Future God's heart.
Among countless fantasies of the future, he had to find the future that belonged to the Future God.
Destroying the clay sculpture meant destroying the embodiment of the Future God's gathered faith. Seizing the Flesh-and-Blood Divine Child meant cutting off the Future God's escape route. What Gao Ming was doing now was annihilating the Future God's will. Layer upon layer of preparations, along with the accidental "cooperation" of several Blood City Candidates, had finally given Gao Ming this opportunity.
At that moment, he had no idea what was happening in the room. His appearance had already changed, and his consciousness had sunk into the deepest reaches of the death zone.
For the first time in the city of Hanhai, a living person and a divine spirit fought a battle of wills. Any gap in their memories or flaw in their personalities could become a point of attack. They passed endlessly through the futures imagined by believers, dying in one dream only to awaken in another.
An ordinary person could never have endured such despair, such seemingly endless terrible futures. But Gao Ming was an extraordinary exception. His previous experiences had taken him through almost every terrible future imaginable, and he had suffered more kinds of death than the Future God's believers had ever dreamed up. A god who manufactured despair had encountered a man who had experienced despair in all its forms. Yet both possessed utterly unshakable wills.
Within the Future God's