A road.
So that was it...
As it turned out, the Blasphemy Card had never been a power that existed solely to target [divinity].
Or rather, it had never targeted divinity at all.
Those [False Gods] had simply stood in the Blasphemy Card's way, so they had to be dealt with in passing.
And this was not true of the Blasphemy Card alone.
The Demon Card, the Calamity Card, and even every other Card Sequence had never specifically targeted [Gods].
[Blasphemy Ring]
Its ability was not some energy in a physical sense, nor was it some kind of enhancement. It was a road.
An unknown road of [infinity] that would be utterly different for whoever walked it.
No one could record a second identical Blasphemy Card appearing in history.
Because their very existences were different.
Three fragments.
They were not the products of some original Blasphemy Card being shattered.
Rather, they had been broken from the start.
They had been searching all along for the masters they desired.
[It is the Card Sequences that desire us]
Shaya had said those words.
The same held true for the Blasphemy Card.
When the three fragments converged, a Blasphemy Card belonging solely to that seeker would be born.
Its birth reflected its holder's heart.
The heart brimmed with desire.
Desire gave rise to conviction.
And conviction was boundless.
Ye Qiyan saw that road.
A blank road, never before trodden.
The road lay in the Wasteland, in the world, on the Platform, in the City... in every corner.
As long as he boldly walked forward without looking back, it would have no end.
He opened his eyes. Reflections of golden gears and a black Rebellious Inverted Cross appeared in his black eyes, one in each.
And between his brows, a spiral pattern of azure