Buzz—!
That strangely familiar buzzing rang out in the sea of consciousness once more.
The buzzing remained the same, yet the seemingly vast and boundless ocean had shrunk by a sliver compared to before—a sliver too tiny to see!
After a long while,
"Wha... who am I? Where is this?"
"Wh... what... happened?"
"I am Wusheng! I am the Deputy Executor of [Fateplay]! I... This seat is a great existence seated high above the nine heavens, directing countless billions of living beings!"
"This seat is currently within... a Fate trajectory—the Fate trajectory of the 'Formless Sky Demon—Li Qingshan'!!!"
Amid roar after roar, Wusheng awakened from chaos and confusion once again. The first thing he did was release his senses and lock onto the surrounding void.
Within his "field of vision," the young man wore a blank expression as he hung alone in a hazy stretch of deep space.
"You're still here? Your True Spirit hasn't scattered?!"
Wusheng's eyes wide, his consciousness sank into an absurdity unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Originally, after being thrown into this trajectory, he had thought Li Qingshan intended to use the instant impact of "Ignite Star" to shake his True Spirit's will.
Yet they had not even reached the step of "Ignite Star"!
The very first "Planetary Collapse" alone had already failed twice in succession, blasting him into utter disarray!
What was even more outrageous was—
He had merely been sharing the experience, yet the hundred-year-old Li Qingshan, who had truly borne that impact, had actually emerged completely unscathed!
"No, no, something must be wrong!"
"A trajectory originates from Fate. It cannot be false!"
"Why would the Formless Sky Demon, blessed with peerless talent, fail again and again? If even this seat could not withstand that impact, what gave you the right to remain