With the vow power of all beings and the Blood Sacrifice of the Thirteen Blood Cities, the enormous silver dragon of time merged completely into the consciousnesses of Fate and Gao Ming. Like a weaver poised above the river of stars, it left history behind as an incidental pattern, only for new threads to cover it a second later.
After all the fate threads snapped, it gathered the tangled timelines into its hands. It would give this world a new beginning.
"Time is the substance that makes me, time is the river that carries me away, but I am time itself." As the Lord of Time Blood City merged into Gao Ming's consciousness, greed rose within him. Yet in that same instant, he saw the memories of Gao Ming and Fate. The pain and karma they contained were too immense. His desire to usurp Fate was shattered, and all the Lord of Time Blood City left behind was a sigh.
Whether it was predestination or fate, the setting sun over the mortal world was still the same one from a thousand years ago. The moss in the cracks between stones withered and grew again, unaware of how much time had passed, knowing only torrential rain and scorching heat.
To usher in a new time, they could not merely remove people's bodies and minds from yesterday while leaving them to experience new fantasies with their old souls. "We must create a world without predestination or fate, a world where people can be truly human."
Fate had always been building eternity, but in truth, it had only been preparing more magnificent rubble for the next collapse. Neither the Lord of Time Blood City nor Gao Ming sought such things. The lord merged into the fragments of Gao Ming's consciousness and, with Gao