"I will erase every memory I once left you."
"I look forward to the day when none of your memories remain."
"I suppose I can never come near you again."
As the people in his dream vanished, Gao Ming's Dream Rules and an ability wielded by Fate were buried together.
In the end, only a soul as thin as a cicada's wing opened the door and emerged. He gripped a bladeless knife, broke through layer after layer of resistance, and stabbed into Fate's eye. Dazzling knife light pierced straight through that eye!
Countless Fate Threads in the sea of clouds spun out of control. One familiar figure after another appeared and faded, each shattering before Gao Ming's eyes.
Liu Yi and Xuan Wen were only the beginning. Fate stripped Gao Ming of everything. Perhaps this was the price of becoming a Fate-less Person.
Blood filled his eyes. When Liu Yi died, a piece of Gao Ming's heart had been hollowed out. When Xuan Wen dissolved in his dream, his beating heart fell to the ground and shattered completely.
"I have nothing left! I have nothing left at all!"
Not one of the auspicious clouds stretching for thousands of miles belonged to the mortal world. Fortune and Longevity filled the sky, yet not a wisp was shared with living beings. The finest things in the Endless Mortal Worlds had gathered inside the fate giant tree, but Gao Ming found this place unbearably ugly, so disgusting that he wanted to tear apart everything in sight.
Gao Ming completely destroyed Fate's consciousness—or rather, its Spirit Essence. Only then did the evil ghosts of the Deep World, submerged beneath countless Fate Threads, break free. Every face was contorted with agony and lingering terror. Fate's attacks had targeted the weakest places in their hearts, leaving