In the deepest reaches of the Cycle Heaven,
a phantom figure floated amid chaos.
He did not possess a body of flesh and blood. Instead, he was formed entirely from pure energy and will, with the endless rivers and seas of reincarnation faintly revolving beneath his feet.
At this moment, his gaze pierced through the boundless chaos and fixed itself upon the surging Fate River ahead.
Every ripple within the regions of Primordial River Cosmos and Truth Universe appeared in perfect detail before his eyes.
"One million… a million Godtouched-level troops… Aurek…"
He murmured to himself, his voice filled with unconcealed shock.
"But he probably still has no idea what kind of existence he has provoked, does he? Should I… warn him?"
The phantom figure's brows drew tightly together.
He knew better than anyone how terrifying Heaven truly was.
It was an untouchable taboo—anyone who dared challenge it would ultimately meet only one of two fates.
