As a mortal, one might understand in the abstract that Fate — empowered by the Origin — was invincible.
But it was only a vague notion, like a frog at the bottom of a well gazing upward, knowing the sky was vast but unable to fathom just how boundless it truly was.
Not until that frog gained the strength to leap out of the well and stand upon the surface would it discover that the sky's imnsity was far beyond anything it could have imagined.
This was exactly how Cheng Shi felt right now.
The power of War drove his boiling blood into every limb and every bone. World-ending fire coiled and burned around him. He had never felt such overwhelming, terrifying power. It seed as though he carried an inexhaustible wellspring of divine force, and even his perception of the world had warped into the shape of fla.
He saw himself — a volcano in mid-eruption, crimson fire towering to the heavens. But the enemy... was a blazing sun that illuminated the entire universe, descending upon him!
It was the awe of the minuscule gazing up at the imasurable. The dread of the created before the Creator. The wariness of the steady before the lethal.
But at a ti like this, what use was caution?
Let it all go. Today there were only two endings!
Either he died fighting, or he died spent. Until the blood ran dry and the fire went out — not a single step back!
And so Cheng Shi moved.
As the die — an apology for his prejudice against Fate, a morial for Deceit's departure — slowly rolled to a stop on a one in the Void, "War," bolstered by the last trace of Fate's power, roared and charged toward those eyes as cold as an abyss of ice!
He did not intend to lt the glacier with passion, nor to call it back. He intended to boil away every last drop of cold, to kill the Outer God beneath the very starry sky where Fate had fallen!
Even if it was impossible!
But Fixed Destiny itself had already been broken — what else was impossible now?!
"How do we survive!"
A streak of fla blazed toward Fate's eyes. Searing white fire spread outward like a spider web, dragging those icy irises into a raging inferno.
Within the all-consuming sea of fire, a colossal figure slowly took shape. A fist forged of roars, of keening, of wailing — surged skyward and hamred into the spirals within those eyes.
Those srizing, revolting spirals — despised by mortals and gods alike. "War" could not suppress his fury. One punch shattered them to nothing!
"With blood — and fire!!"
The spirals dissolved. The Stellar Eyes shattered with them.
But it was all an illusion. The Authority of Deceit still clung to the Outer God, and Fate's eyes simply reopened behind Cheng Shi, the fury surging within them no less than his own.
Fate was truly enraged. Watching a sche cultivated over untold ages crumble in a single mont, He abandoned any lingering attachnt to this world.
Let it burn. Let it all burn. A new Fixed Destiny would be reborn in another world, and this place deserved nothing but ruin!
The ever-dimming iridescent light flashed through His eyes. In an instant, the entire world sank into darkness at the Outer God's wrath!
The Void encroaching?
No!
The Abyss of Misfortune!
The Outer God Fate was still Fate, after all. Misfortune — the Authority of Fate most easily witnessed — was also the deadliest weapon in Fate's arsenal.
Fate had once threatened the universe with misfortune, compelling all the gods to unite and support the sky. That alone proved the universe could not withstand the misfortune of Fate.
And if the universe could not endure Fate's misfortune, how could it possibly withstand the misfortune unleashed by the power of the Origin?
The answer was: it could not. Not a chance.
The cataclysmic upheaval drew the gods once more — but this ti, they were no longer spectators.
The gods realized the "negotiations" had collapsed. The Outer God was using misfortune to annihilate the world. Even though they knew a world deprived of Fixed Destiny would eventually be destroyed by the Creator anyway, at the very least — while survival was still possible — no god wished to die.
And so, in a single mont, the gods struck. They no longer held the universe aloft. At last, they turned their weapons upon the Outer God Fate!
They finally understood that compromise was futile. Only by eliminating the Outer God could the world buy a single breath of reprieve.
But it was too late.
Birth's light blanketed the mortal realm. Countless followers embraced creation on the spot, and amid the surging tide of procreation, the Divine Pillar condensed the power of faith and lashed out at the Outer God.
Yet fragile life could not shake a god enthroned above the world. The Divine Pillar — strung with the life markers of countless beings — snapped with a gut-wrenching "RRRIP—
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