A frozen drop of golden dust hung suspended in cold, deathly void.
It had once been a golden-tier fragment favored by the Heavenly Dao, the cold remnant of [Fate]'s grace. Now, it was like an abandoned blot on the canvas of the Universe, stripped of all luster and any possibility of flowing again.
The entire Great Thousand Universe seemed submerged in invisible amber.
Crash!
The River of Destiny ran through the vast Universe, its surging waves reflecting one extinguished universe after another. Upon the crests of those waves, the lingering shadows of "protagonists" churned...
"Was the process important?"
[Fate]'s will stood aloft, surveying the infinite multiverse and retracing conversation after conversation from the past.
Li Qingshan was not the first to turn himself into the starry sky, nor was he the first to refuse It...
More precisely,
Li Qingshan was the last one!
Across the infinite multiverse, every one of Its appearances, every one of Its conversations, had without exception been met with rejection and resistance!
The "process" Li Qingshan spoke of was nothing more than a few Trump Cards brewed beneath the cover of the starry sky.
And It had already seen far too many similar Trump Cards.
But were they useful?
No!
Turning oneself into the starry sky meant reaching the pinnacle of the infinite multiverse, yet one still remained within Fate!
So long as one stood within the River of Destiny, every means of resistance was futile. One could only follow the trajectory Fate had decreed—
Either submit and, by decree, complete the Ten Heavens;
Or...
Crash!
The long river surged, and the lingering shadows of the "protagonists" upon its wave crests grew ever clearer—
—Feng Boyong's brilliance, Ye Yukong's sharpness, Xiang Hao's flamboyance, Qing Feng's blazing fervor...
In the end, the expressions on every face converged