The High Heavens lay silent; only the stardust crown revolved without rest.
As the energy aftershocks dissipated, all that remained was slightly warped space, rapidly dimming chess-piece fragments, and broken threads returning to nothingness.
Yi Xing had left, and [Fate Weaver] had returned to the supreme High Heavens. The great battle...
"Was over!"
A faint sigh rang out, echoing among the few dozen remaining Deputy Executors. Everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The battle had escalated into a "divine war." They had gone from aggressive participants to mere spectators—but fortunately, they were only spectators!
After all, Wusheng, one of the "protagonists," had already vanished without a trace!
For a moment, gazes unconsciously turned toward the other "protagonist," toward that black-and-white line at the end of deep space that was retracting into Human Territory...
The key to this divine war had not been Heaven's Mandate's confrontation with [Mind Nightmare], nor Yi Xing's violent clash with [Fate Weaver], but rather...
The duel between the two "protagonists" that had taken place within the trajectory of Fate!
No one had witnessed the process, but the result was beyond doubt—
Li Qingshan had won!
With a trajectory of merely a thousand years, he had worn away Wusheng's True Spirit of five hundred million years, even forcing him to self-destruct!
"Haha, this seat endured hundreds of millions of failures!"
"Hahaha, this seat did it—one hundred consecutive successes!"
"Hahahahaha, Formless Sky Demon, you never expected this, did you?! This seat held on! Now, this seat will... TRANSFORM—INTO—A—STAR!"
The old friend was gone, yet that crazed laughter still lingered by their ears.
Everyone stared at the departing line, their eyes brimming with boundless curiosity.
What exactly had happened within Fate's trajectory?
Why had Wusheng suffered hundreds of millions of failures?
And what did one