Dream's consciousness was utterly shattered by the Calamity Gods. Rules related to dreams flowed like sweet spring water into Gao Ming's withered body. The power, drawn from the same source, completed the Ghost Markings of Hanhai Blood City, and Gao Ming, who had been on the brink of death, slowly regained the ability to think.
The one who had originally asked Gao Ming to stop the eight Unknowables was the ultimate good who remained in Central Blood City. Now, standing before him was Central Blood City's ultimate evil. He could not help studying the man. Though he could not speak, a question lingered in his eyes.
Haven't you got good and evil backward?
Using Delirium had nearly destroyed everything Gao Ming had and almost cost him his sanity forever. But with Dream's soul completely annihilated, Gao Ming finally became the true master of all Dream's shrines.
The faith Dream had accumulated over endless ages returned to Hanhai Blood City. Only now could Gao Ming truly wield the many wondrous powers it contained.
"You did even better than we imagined." Yet the man who called himself the ultimate evil felt to Gao Ming like a beam of light shining into the Deep World: cheerful, mature, and dependable.
To clear up Gao Ming's confusion, Chen Ge revealed the truth. "Years ago, one of Xinhu Blood City's lords fought Dream, one of the Unknowables, to the death, and both sank into the Blood Sea. After gathering enough strength, Xinhu Blood City's other lord ventured deep into the Blood Sea to rescue the first, only to discover something that could change the countless mortal worlds and the Deep World—the corpse of Fate."
His penetrating gaze pierced the night sky. Chen Ge looked up at the Giant Tree that blotted out everything overhead. Every mortal