The Old Residence had shattered and collapsed, its foundations gone. The clay sculpture outside the city was also covered in cracks. The Future God wanted to kill as many living people in the city as possible before his will fell apart, but the sparks of faith in Gao Ming seemed impossible to extinguish completely. Anyone who yearned for a future and hope in their heart would be influenced by Gao Ming. Perhaps that was the true meaning of the future.
The burden of karma grew ever heavier upon him, and the Future God finally chose to destroy the city. Yet even if he erased everything Gao Ming had done, what remained in people's hearts would still exist.
In his eyes, everyone became Gao Ming. As his main consciousness collapsed beneath the karma of all those lives, the clay sculpture outside the city toppled from its altar. Countless cheers rose from the city's ruins, and the Future God faintly heard those people calling Gao Ming's name.
The enormous, beating heart seemed to tear apart. Within his own memories, the Future God had lost the battle for faith.
The Shadow World, shrouded in eternal night, began to dissolve. In the end, only a group of living people pursuing the future remained, and Gao Ming's will lived in every one of their hearts.
When Gao Ming opened his eyes again, he saw no nightmares this time. He had returned to the Future God's room. Everything seemed like a dream that had lasted only an instant, yet a thousand years seemed to flow through his gaze.
"A clash of wills between gods is so perilous, and so long."
His heart thudded, and the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's joyful cries reached his ears. The long nail driven into Gao Ming's chest vanished as the Future God's will