Director? Actor!
Beo shuddered in shock. Even standing in the High Heavens as one of the Gods' Proxies, he still felt a chill rising from the unseen depths.
He could not help recalling the prophecy Heaven's Mandate had once given.
"Those who seek to toy with Fate will ultimately be toyed with by Fate!"
Now, Wusheng had stepped from behind the scenes into the spotlight, turning from director into actor—the perfect interpretation of that prophecy!
"Lord Destiny, th-this is Fate?"
Beo slowly twisted his stiff neck and looked at Heaven's Mandate, who was likewise gazing toward the Nine Heavens, only to discover...
That perpetually wooden, expressionless face was actually frowning now, as though tangled in some confusion.
"Lord Destiny?"
"See for yourself!"
Heaven's Mandate lightly tapped a finger. A patch of mottled rust flew over from the distant Iron Hook, landed between Beo's brows, and sank beneath his skin.
In an instant, the Data Stream in Beo's eyes was stained by rust. His vision was drawn ever higher, until it reached the Unknown High Place he had never been able to touch before.
This was the vision of an Ancient One!
Looking down, the Human Territory was no longer shrouded in mystery. The stage beneath the Star Dome lay entirely before his eyes.
The Thread of Destiny stretched across the Nine Heavens. At one end stood Wusheng, clad in a blood-red robe and wearing a mask; at the other stood a Galaxy Giant, its feet planted upon layer after layer of heavenly curtains and its head reaching the High Heavens...
Hundreds of millions of burning stars, revolving nebulas, and rushing torrents of stellar power... together formed a majestic outline!
Countless stars flickered across its "skin," tracing an unimaginably colossal shadow—a giant face carved from the entire Starry Sky!
"Li... Li