Darkness, boundless darkness swallowed up everything that was alive, and the shattered light and shadow were pulled out, farther and farther away until they dissipated completely. Loneliness and pain breed the sadness that imprints the soul in the darkness, and that sadness is like water weeds, entangled, pulled, and slowly sank......

With a sigh of waking up, Sovereign woke up, awoke in the darkness. There seemed to be a lingering warmth between his cold lips and teeth, and there were still undried tears in the corners of his eyes, and he wanted to call that fame again, but found that there was nothing but darkness here.

In this silent world, the darkness seemed to be given life, breathing and slowly surging in front of Essaouiran. Not far ahead, the thick darkness suddenly contracted and collapsed inward. Then, a flickering white light slowly came from the center of the darkness and stopped not far in front of Sovereign.

The soft light faded, revealing a quiet figure. The bone-white armor covered his torso, and two sharp sharp horns stood on the high raised shoulder armor, and he had silver hair like silk satin, and under the flowing hair, his face seemed to be covered with a thin veil, which could never be seen.

But Sauveray could feel the gaze behind the veil, silently watching him, deep and peaceful, yet perceptive. For a moment, Sovereign seemed to feel that he was the embodiment of this darkness.

"Who are you, what is this place?" asked Soveland, looking at the figure, for some reason, he didn't feel a trace of danger in the other, only the serenity that seemed to be about to reunite with the darkness in the next moment.

An indiscernible sigh came not from the figure, but from the world around it. But the end of the sigh slowly retracted, and finally gathered on the figure. "You don't have many chances, just now, you asked two wrong questions......" His voice sounded like the resonance of many syllables colliding together, elegantly combined into a solemn melody, "think about your question." You have one more chance to ......"

Sovereign was stunned for a moment, looked at the figure and thought for a long time, and asked the next question: "Why did I come here?"

"That's right, why are you here?......" The figure seemed to accept the correct question given by Essaoweran. But his words don't end there: "The answer to one correct question often explains many related questions...... But what if the answer is another question?" he continued, looking at Essaouiran. "Let me say this...... What can change a person's nature?!"

The same question came to Soveran again, last time with the three-eyed skeleton in that hall, this time with this mysterious figure. The last time he hadn't been able to give his answer, this time he barely hesitated. "It's ...... fate"

The figure moved slightly. "Oh...... Many times, mortal beings will always attribute the irresistible changes in their lives to the fate that hangs over their heads, but they can never see or touch it......" he said, "but the problem is that fate is fate. Because it does not deliberately give grace to anyone, nor does it deliberately punish anyone......" his voice inquired, or sighed, "does fate make people give up their lives? Or does fate make people hold on to their beliefs that have been washed away for a long time?...... No, it won't ......"

The figure's words were like sharp knives, piercing Soveland's heart in an instant. "Yi ...... Evelyn ...... "His face was covered with tears, and he curled up to his knees, the colics tearing his heart to shreds." "I, I'm dead. Right?......"

"In the thread of fate that was born at that node, you are ......indeed dead," said the figure, "just after you and the girl passed by on the river." It didn't take long for him to die...... The power of life is slowly drying up, and you, give up on your own ......"

"No...... Don't ......" Sovereign thumped his head hard, slashing at his chest, tears of remorse running down his face, "I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... Evelyn ...... "He looked up suddenly. Looking at the figure, "Tell me, you can change your fate...... Tell me, you can! Tell me, what to do......"

The figure shook his head slowly, and in Soveland's eyes, his heart instantly fell to the bottom. "Fate cannot be changed because it does not ......change," he said, "or is the changed fate not fate?"

Sovilan's body suddenly froze, and the other party's words smashed into his mind like a hammer with a trembling sound that spread out, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. The figure raised its arm and waved it beside him. In an instant, the darkness that covered everything around him disappeared like a rolling curtain, disappearing with his palm in an instant. Light, great and magnificent, suddenly poured into Essaouiran's eyes, and not only that, but he seemed to feel the power to melt his soul in the light!

"Tell me, what did you see?...... the figure asked.

Sovereign slowly opened his eyes, but was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him, and even his body trembled slightly unconsciously. In all directions, the boundless darkness was dotted with brilliant stars, which twinkled like jewels scattered in the riverbed. And in the very center of the entire space, a huge ball of light emitting a milky white soft light was slowly rotating, and if you look closely, the ball of light is actually composed of millions of thin rays of light entwined and combined.

As the ball of light turned, many of the rays of light gradually detached and disappeared into the pitch-black space, and some floated towards the bright golden air masses above the ball of light, or fell into the crimson below. However, more light came out of the void silently, flew straight towards the ball of light, and finally merged into it, unable to distinguish.

Sovereign stared at the scene in shock, as if he understood something, and then seemed to hesitate in disbelief. "I, I see the ...... of life"

"Yes, life...... Life is guided by the threads of fate, born from the void and dies in the void...... Rise or fall...... This is the origin of the world......" The figure's voice was so deep that he looked back at Sovereign, "Tell me, what is God?"

Sovereign gently caressed the light that passed through his body, remembering what Mott had said. "God is called 'God' because he is immortal?" he replied.

The figure did not directly deny it. "Infinite power is the appearance of God. Immortality is God's way of being......" he said, "God is the embodiment of the laws that arise in the operation of the world...... God represents the law......" the figure said, pausing, "when God breaks the law he represents." It is no longer a god...... Like Isseriel, the god of fate, it is the embodiment of fate, and it can only watch the direction of fate, but cannot make changes......"

As he spoke, he set his gaze on the ball of light. "No one can change fate. And I'm just putting your soul into a different thread of fate......," he said, "and there, someone is holding on, not for the sake of her departed lover, but for the indelible faith in her heart......

Sovereign's fists clenched together and he raised his head, his gaze seeming to change. "Then what law do you represent?"

The figure was silent. Seems to be thinking about how to answer this question. "In the first darkness, Anu, the father of the gods, transformed his body into towering mountains, deep oceans, dense forests, and the first races, and his soul soared upwards in nothingness and condensed into the glorious Supreme Heaven, and in the spring of the Supreme Heaven, the first seven main gods of light were born, and the blood sank down into nothingness, condensed into a chaotic burning hell. In the flames of burning hell, the first five demon gods of chaos were born......"

His voice seemed to awaken ancient memories, echoing among the stars, vibrating. It seems that the whole world resonates with it. "This is the creation myth that has been passed down since ancient times...... Yes, but not all......" he said, "beyond body, soul, blood...... His breath, his thoughts, his spirit...... Pushed away the original chaos, turned into the darkness that enveloped the world, and turned into stars that lit up the darkness...... All this is precipitated into eternal nothingness......"

His gaze was suddenly fixed on Soveland. In an instant, Sovereign saw in his eyes the eternal river of time, the majesty that carried all things, and even the reincarnation of all beings from birth, growth, and even annihilation. "Some people call me a 'dream maker...... My followers call me the 'Lord of Nothingness'...... I am nothingness...... his figure seems to fade and fade, and the narrator seems to become the whole space at this moment, "Nothingness is neither justice, nor evil, nothingness is balance...... Maintain the balance of the operation of all things......"

In Soveland's eyes, the figure materialized again from the darkness. "Well, it's not a coincidence, is it?" he asked.

The Lord of Nothingness nodded. "There was once a sage in the mortal world who said something like this. He said that in the trajectory of fate, there is nothing contingent: if a thing can appear in a fundamental state of affairs, then the possibility of that basic state of affairs has already been predetermined in that thing. ”

"He is a great sage, a mortal, but he sees almost everything for what it is......" exclaimed the Lord of Nothingness, and then his voice changed, "why are you? Why are you here? Can you tell me the answer?"

Soveland's original question was thrown back up, but he seemed to have found the right answer. "I came here to ......go back," he said, "send me back, as you said, fate does not change, and it cannot be changed......" His gaze was no longer eager, but peaceful and sincere, "I am not dead yet, at least I have not reached the point where I am faced with the choice of death, otherwise you will not be able to pull me out of my body and come to you...... Right?"

Sovereign paused and continued. "I figured out what to do. ”

"Looks like you understand...... "The Lord of Nothingness's gaze trembled, raised his palm, and from his palm, two dark green balls of light rose, "If you understand, go back...... By the way, help me bring someone a small gift......" As he spoke, the two balls of light instantly poured into Soveland's forehead.

"W-what is this? Who do you want me to bring?" asked Soveland, subconsciously touching his forehead.

The voice of the Lord of Nothingness seemed to chuckle. "The postman doesn't have the right to know only the contents of the package...... "and as for who to give it to, you'll take the initiative to find it......"

Sovereign accepted the other party's argument, and he didn't dwell on the issue for long. "Will I remember everything that happened here, everything I've been through as a Purge......" he wanted to keep that gentle shadow in his heart, "and Mott, is it looking for a new boss again?"

"Maybe you remember, maybe you don't, it's up to you, not ......me," replied the Lord of Nothingness, "and as for Mott, it will be fine." If you can still see it, I hope it doesn't show its displeasure with me as its master......" He chuckled twice, as if he was very fond of his first witness's creation.

Sovereign sighed softly, perhaps, never again. "One last request......" He looked down at the symbol on his left arm and stroked it as if it were touching the best memory. "If possible, please let me keep this mark, okay?"

"Yes......" replied the Lord of Nothingness.

"Thank you," Salveland bowed gratefully, then looked around at the magnificent, great, almost dreamlike space. Perhaps, such an experience is only once in a lifetime. "Send me back, and whatever my fate may be, I will be grateful for everything you have done for me...... Thank you ......."

"You know, I don't like 'fate' because it's always silent...... "The Lord of Nothingness looked straight at Sovereign, "but I keep telling you about fate to make you understand that fate is not your enemy, you are the ......," he said, his eyes suddenly radiating two dark green streamers.

Before Solveland could react, his body retreated sharply from its original position, and the bone-white figure seemed to be pushed out a million times the distance in an instant, getting smaller and farther away in his line of sight. Behind him, the milky white ball of light was slowly rotating, and countless rays of light flew on both sides of Soviran, pulling out the bright trail of the Dao, getting denser and denser. Finally, he felt his eyes light up, completely plunged into the warm light, and disappeared. (To be continued.) )

PS: The very important chapters in the book will use more than two word titles, and it will be the same in the future, so I will say hello to everyone first.

If you encounter it in the future, I won't explain it much.