A plan?
Ye Qiyan would not deny whether this plan worked.
Because Lu Cangxiao had made countless contingency plans for this moment and had long since made himself a pawn that could be sacrificed at any time.
Everything he did was both for himself and for humanity.
For himself, so that he could establish an absolute Order Heaven that would help him on his path forward.
For humanity, so that they could have an outpost for exploring the Wasteland, allowing the human race to understand it better.
What he did could not be called right or wrong.
Just as, among beings like the Train Conductor, few were truly good people, and few were truly bad.
Humanity was no different.
Good and bad were merely judgments made at another person's whim.
Differences in ideals were the source of all conflict.
And that source.
No one could resolve it, nor would anyone try.
Ye Qiyan was the same.
He would not make others conform to his thinking, nor would he ever conform to anyone else's.
Lu Cangxiao.
One of the eleven remaining members of humanity's first group.
His plan had undergone a subtle change because of Ye Qiyan.
Even if he himself might not have noticed that change.
Only one person had.
More precisely, only another version of him had.
[Sloth Body]
The [Lu Cangxiao] who had given Ye Qiyan the [Heaven Key] had chosen to struggle, chosen the possibility of fighting for a better outcome.
Ye Qiyan had become that possibility.
He had awakened "Lu Cangxiao" and restored his memories.
He had thwarted the gods of [Order] and [Destruction] in their attempt to occupy his body.
Would this be a good thing? Or a bad thing?
No one knew.
Crack... crack...
The upheaval in the Order Hall instantly drew a great