"Was it really too late?"
Lin Yuan looked up at the indescribable sky, his heart sinking. But then he gritted his teeth and continued seeking enlightenment.
"There's still a chance!"
"The Great Being hasn't fully descended yet. As long as I condense my Crown and eliminate the World Tree before the descent is complete, I can..."
As he thought this, Lin Yuan felt a new set of memories forcing its way into his mind.
They were the false memories that had been expelled earlier, now gradually resurfacing as the Great Being rewrote history once again.
Lin Yuan was now infinitely close to condensing his Crown, but he was still that final sliver short.
That sliver was a gulf as vast as heaven and the abyss.
Without becoming a Lord of the Crown and controlling the underlying rules, he could not resist the Great Being's rewriting of history.
And now that the Great Being had reached into the Nether River, even if Lin Yuan truly condensed his Crown right now, the probability of resisting the rewriting of history while erasing the World Tree was minuscule.
So what if the probability is tiny? I have to do it!
Lin Yuan roared inwardly, refusing to bow his head and admit defeat.
But deep down, his reason told him that the probability of turning things around now was already so small it could be ignored.
Even if he could amplify probabilities, one this small would be difficult to realize no matter how much he amplified it.
To turn this around, he could only pin his hopes on a miracle.
At the thought of a miracle, Lin Yuan's first reaction was to think of Little Box, which held the Heavenly Venerable's contingency.
Yet throughout the entire decisive battle at the Nether River, Little Box had