If all of this was true, it meant that every move Zhou Heng made was not a blind risk, but the optimal solution under fate's guidance.
Devouring the "Compassion Realm" had not been an impulse, but the optimal solution.
Sending it into the "Beauty Star Nation" had not been a gamble, but the optimal solution.
Making Su Qingxin (Finality Will) a whetstone had not been madness, but the optimal solution as well.
Everything had relied on that all-knowing and all-seeing power from the very beginning.
"So this is Zhou Heng's power?"
"No wonder..."
After a long silence, "Golden · Glorious Heaven's Will" finally made its choice.
It chose to join Su Qingxin's (Finality Will's) camp and help Zhou Heng temper his Star Citizens.
Because it understood that, in this game of chess, Zhou Heng was the true player.
And the most valuable thing it could do was not fight "Finality," but help Zhou Heng hone his pieces to a sharper edge.
"A very good choice."
A rare hint of approval entered Su Qingxin's (Finality Will's) indifferent voice.
"But I believe he did more than simply send you here."
"Isn't that right... Zhou Heng..."
The instant her words fell, Zhou Heng's figure slowly appeared upon the pitch-black Virus Throne.
He sat upright and solemn, like an emperor coalesced from nothingness.
The pitch-black Divine Seat set off his utterly calm face, while dark red patterns flowed behind him like a living battle robe.
He looked down at Su Qingxin (Finality Will), then turned his gaze to "Golden · Glorious Heaven's Will."
"Senior, I need the concept of 'Ancient' within you."
"Please hand it over to me."
His voice was calm, direct, and beyond question.
"Golden · Glorious Heaven's Will": ???
What concept of "Ancient"?
It had such a thing?
It had lived