For a moment, Gao Ming almost felt that Delirium had never ended. He did not fear Fate, but neither did he possess the Central Blood City Lord's composure.
Even in an environment of extreme danger, the Central Blood City Lord remained unaffected by negative emotions. He was neither excessively optimistic nor supremely confident; rather, he gave others a sense of reassurance.
The wills of the many Blood City Lords collided and communicated overhead. Some were anxious, some worried, some cursed, yet the Central Blood City Lord saw that Fate was afraid.
"What worries me most, actually, is the Fate Giant Tree remaining indifferent. That would mean we'd chosen the wrong path." As the shadow behind him spread, Chen Ge gave Gao Ming a sense of tremendous danger. "Anyone who angers Fate is our friend; anything that angers Fate is what we should do. Set aside our past conflicts, gather everyone's strength, and work toward one shared goal. That is the Deep World's only chance."
Every rift in the night sky was tearing this world apart. What seemed like the end of everything was also the beginning of rebirth.
"When I was young, I always dreamed of something beautiful: opening a door for people trapped in despair, letting eyes accustomed to darkness see the light. Later, as I slowly grew up, I realized that rather than open a separate window of salvation for every suffering soul, it would be better to lift the dark night from above everyone's heads." The aura emanating from Chen Ge grew increasingly terrifying, surpassing Gao Ming's understanding of what a Calamity God could be. "These Endless Mortal Worlds belong to them, but they also belong to us. Every ghost wandering the Deep World was once a person who fell from there."
With Chen Ge and several