Fear — boundless, overwhelming fear.
The mont [Chaos] scread that na — [Origin] — the entire void seed to twist.
Not just the three mortals inside the Collection Hall, every hair on end — even the great skull observing from outside the void couldn't stay still.
[Death] appeared directly above the [mory] Collection Hall. Against the enormous yellow hand of [Chaos] — divine power reassembling, authority gradually restoring — [Death] drew its scythe of [Death] without a mont's hesitation, its surface studded with fragnts of divinity.
The situation froze to absolute zero in an instant. The void itself was violently boiling. A divine war stood at the edge of breaking out — whether the fuse would ignite depended entirely on what [Chaos] intended to do next.
But [Chaos] itself didn't know what it wanted to do.
It was the summation of all that was orderless in the world — the helpless cry of the disoriented when [Civilization] fell, the powerless lant of the lucid when [Chaos] first began. It only knew that [Origin] had created it, that [Origin] was the one and only connection it had to this world, and that it wanted to draw close to [Origin].
[Deceit] had promised it: replace [Order], and it could et [Origin].
It had agreed. And now?
[Deceit] was gone. [Origin] was gone. The substitution plan had failed. So what was left to do?
The will of the disoriented surged upward and took control — making [Chaos] even more chaotic. The murky-yellow giant hand, upon sensing [Death]'s arrival, felt an overwhelming danger. In panicked fury, the hand opened wide and slamd directly toward the Fishbone Hall.
But with divine power only partially restored, [Chaos] was no match for [Death], who had long held its throne. A single light swing of the divine scythe deflected the yellow hand's attack — and cleaved all the churning chaos-fog in the void straight down the middle.
"BOOM—"
As [Death]'s strike passed through, a rift opened in the void — one that would never close again. From within that abyss-like crack, green flas poured out with enough force to incinerate anything they touched, and the surrounding chaos-fog was burned away in an instant.
"Why!
Why is it [Death]!
I do not wish to see [Death]! I want to see [Origin]!
[Origin] — erge and face !"
The yellow hand let out a roar that shook the heavens. The sound was part grief, part fury, filled with cacophonous noise — a sound that drove anyone who heard it toward madness. [Chaos]'s voice may have had no effect on [Death] — but for the three unfortunate souls inside the Collection Hall, it left them all curled on the floor with their heads clutched in their hands, bodies convulsing.
Even Li Wufang, ard with [Order]'s power, couldn't resist the "contamination" of a true divine being. He'd known this audience would go sideways — he just hadn't expected the "order" they'd co to et would skip self-destruction and go straight to fighting another god.
"Chief — I'm done for. Hit
with a purification..."
"This is divine sound — [Chaos]'s screech. What are you imagining, that it can just be purified like a [Chaos] follower's technique..."
Cheng Shi was also rolling around. Before divine majesty, everyone was equal — under [Death]'s watchful gaze he might not die, but that didn't an he was spared from suffering.
"Worth trying though, isn't it — what if its power hasn't fully returned and it's not as strong as we think..."
"Endure it!" Cheng Shi grit his teeth and said no more.
Li Jingming, rolling in his own undignified corner, still managed to curl his lips at the corner upon hearing those words. It was the only entertainnt this ordeal had to offer.
The clash between [Chaos] and [Death] continued. The commotion from two divine beings exchanging blows was considerable — but compared to the [Void] civil war, it was barely a drizzle.
[Chaos]'s divine power hadn't reached its peak. And [Death] wasn't going all out — it only kept swinging its scythe to sever the power [Chaos] extended toward the [mory] Collection Hall, while watching every word and action with absolute vigilance, to prevent drawing any "gaze" from beyond the universe.
The great skull gave no real consideration to a weakened [Chaos]. What it was truly guarding against was the unexpected and unknown that might co from the Real Universe.
No one could be certain whether [Chaos]'s howling would draw [Origin]'s gaze. [Death] doubted it would — but in such an unpredictable era, it wouldn't gamble.
Especially not with Fixed Destiny present.
But this ant the standoff between the two divine beings had beco sothing like a performance — one improvising wildly with no structure, the other braced and composed, afraid to make the slightest misstep.
Had this insane scene played out on any other occasion, Cheng Shi would have been laughing until he fell over — and yet right now, although he was literally rolling around, his face held not the faintest trace of amusent. Only pain and distortion.
But beneath that pain and distortion, a flicker of sharpness remained in the clown's eyes.
Even so — he was still reading the situation, and had already spotted the underlying pattern of this absurd divine showdown.
The chaos-fog surging continuously toward the Collection Hall didn't look anything like what [Chaos] would have generated upon regaining a lucid will. It looked far more as though soone was "delivering" [Chaos] power back to [Chaos] — a constant, steady stream.
And who else but [Deceit], long squatting on the [Chaos] throne, could have done this?
What a delicate mont in ti. To return [Chaos]'s power to [Chaos] at exactly the mont [Chaos] regained clarity — to say the Fun God had made no calculation here was sothing no one would believe.
And Cheng Shi hadn't forgotten — his own identity as [Chaos] Envoy had been personally acknowledged by the [Chaos] that was "about to beco [Order]."
Now, with events mirroring that mont so closely — wasn't it entirely possible this was exactly what the Fun God had been hoping to see?
His plan had bet on the right outco.
A sharp glint flashed through Cheng Shi's eyes. And at that very mont, the returning chaos-fog reached its densest peak.
[Chaos] — its authority restored at last — suddenly snapped to clarity. Its will swung briefly from the disoriented back to the lucid.
It retracted all its divine power and silently pulled back, putting distance between itself and [Death]. Looking at the brilliance of the divinity on [Death]'s scythe, [Chaos] said nothing — only laughed, wild and unhinged.
"I was deceived."
Its voice returned to order — even its tone was identical to the Iron Law of [Order]. If not for the murky-yellow hand still swaying in the fog, just listening you'd have thought [Order] itself had arrived.
"Replacing [Order] was nothing but [Deceit]'s sche all along. [Deceit] wanted to distance itself from [Origin], and yet had to use my hand to do it. I trusted [Deceit] so deeply — how could [Deceit] betray
like this?"
Only one mont of lucidity — and then the lucid will collapsed entirely. The disoriented's wail rose again like a song, and every thread of chaos-fog in the void began to seethe once more. Distortion and abstraction returned to saturate the entire space.
"I want to see [Origin]! I did it — I want to see [Origin]!"
The fog went silent for a second — "Since [Deceit] has betrayed , I have no more reason to consider [Deceit]. I know what [Deceit] is doing. I will make [Deceit] fail completely."
Then boiled up again. "Ah — [Origin], erge and face ! I am [Order] — the [Order] you yourself bestowed upon this world!"
Then went calm once more.
"If Fixed Destiny never wanted to be Fixed Destiny — then let Fixed Destiny beco ! Ha ha ha ha! Fixed Destiny is , I am Fixed Destiny — [Origin] loves Fixed Destiny, [Origin] loves !"
The chaos-fog surged and stilled in endless alternation, reaching every twisted extre. When [Chaos]'s power resonated to its absolute peak — even with the [mory] Collection Hall as a barrier — all three mortals began to murmur unconsciously:
"Fixed Destiny is , I am Fixed Destiny — [Origin] loves Fixed Destiny, [Origin] loves ! [Origin] — erge and face ! I am [Order], the [Order] you yourself bestowed!"
The green flas in the great skull's eye sockets blazed. Looking at everything unfolding before it, unease mounted in its chest.
[Chaos]'s behavior was not surprising to [Death] — this was, after all, true [Chaos]. But the problem was what exactly [Chaos]'s ravings ant. Was [Chaos] truly going to sacrifice itself to corrupt Fixed Destiny?
[Death] wouldn't gamble on it. Its gaze sharpened, and the Fishbone Hall erupted into a torrent of white bone crashing toward Cheng Shi — it needed to pull him away from this dangerous ground.
But it was too late.
In the very instant the white-bone torrent surged skyward — [Chaos] moved too.
Seizing a rare window of lucidity, the murky-yellow hand pointed directly at Cheng Shi as [Chaos] scread wildly:
"I bestow him as my Envoy — granting him dominion over [Chaos]'s Authority — permitting him to inherit my everything!
[Deceit] — I know your thods. But there are so things even you cannot defy!
Because this — is the Final Oracle!
Ha ha ha ha! Let this universe fall into chaos along with ! Let this world lose its order forever! [Origin] — Fixed Destiny is , I am Fixed Destiny — erge and face !!!"
"BOOM—"
In that mont —
Fog surged like a tide. The void shook with a thunderous roar. Chaos shattered and collapsed.
The dust settled.
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