If one could defy fate and shatter all predetermined causality and order, who could compare to the Great Sage?
She even had the leisure to admire the various maps the God of Fate chose while fleeing in panic.
There was the [Doomsday Inverted Sea], where sky and ocean were completely reversed, countless burning ghost ships plummeting from the heavens.
There was the [Core Inferno Realm], where the earth was covered in endless magma, the air filled with sulfur and the breath of destruction.
There was the [Extreme Cold Abyss], where the entire world was sealed in eternal ice, a vista of pure white as far as the eye could see.
Su Fu strolled through them as if taking a casual walk.
Break. Break. Break.
She even stopped to check in at several Saint Land ruins along the way.
The [Nordic World Tree · Remnants] connecting the nine realms, the [Paradise Pantheon · Apocalypse] floating in the endless Star Sea, and even Huaxia’s—
East Sea Dragon Palace, the Underworld with its million malevolent ghosts…
Su Fu slaughtered gods in her path and demons in her way.
After crossing countless maps, suddenly, the God of Fate stopped.
Su Fu tightened her grip on the Ruyi Jingu Bang.
There was only one possibility that could make the God of Fate stop.
“It thinks it’s safe.”
“Is this… the God of Fate’s lair?”
The so-called lair wasn’t a palace of residence or a divine kingdom, but the original Dungeon that first birthed it and was most perfectly aligned with its own authority and laws.
The world’s rules here were born entirely for it. Its power would reach its peak. Causality, order, and logic were all woven by its hands alone.
But before Su Fu, there was only a single river.
A word instinctively surfaced in her mind: the River of Fate.
This river had no known origin and no visible end.
Its waters were no ordinary water—they seemed formed from dancing motes of light, flowing slowly and ceaselessly toward some unknown direction.
Ahead, there was no path left to take.
Su Fu didn’t hesitate. She stepped directly in.
Almost instantly, countless judgments descended—
[You will fail]
[You are destined for loneliness]
[You can’t save anyone]
Su Fu swung the Golden Cudgel violently, shattering everything.
***
Chaos Sea · Fate Throne.
The goddess seated high upon the throne suddenly opened her eyes.
She was elegant, composed, yet carried the cold indifference of one overlooking all living beings.
Below the throne, the sheltering War God Tyr and Indra saw this and felt a chill in their hearts.
The Fate Goddess’s gaze… was that surprise?
It was the first time they had seen “surprise” in the Fate Goddess’s eyes!
How was that possible?
Shouldn’t all things in the universe, the fates of all living beings, be within the Fate Goddess’s control and planning?
Everything should have run according to her design, like the changing of seasons and the flow of time.
Causality. Order. Logic.
But now… an anomaly had appeared?
They instinctively thought of one person, and immediately felt something was wrong.
Indra steeled himself and asked respectfully:
“Great Fate Goddess, has something happened?”
The God of Fate chuckled softly, looking at the two with keen interest:
“Su Fu is here.”
Indra: “?”
War God Tyr: “?”
Both of them bristled instantly.
“What?! She actually found where you are?!”
How was that possible? Even the two of them could only find the path into the Chaos Sea with the God of Fate’s guidance.
How could Su Fu possibly find this place?
When it came to concealment, if the Fate Goddess claimed second, who would dare claim first?
That was an existence hidden behind countless timelines and veils of mist—a truly unknowable place.
Hearing this, the Fate Goddess propped her chin on her hand, as if she had discovered some amusing toy, and said with delight:
“Indeed.”
“She so coincidentally…”
“discovered the little contingency I laid in the Well of the Abyss.”
“Coincidence…” She savored the word repeatedly.
A coincidence that happened to the God of Fate?
Indra and Tyr were stunned by these words. How absurd.
It had always been this capricious, inscrutable Fate Goddess who toyed with others’ fates, leading them through various coincidences toward the predetermined endings she had already woven.
Granted.
When has it ever become someone else’s turn to create coincidences for this supreme existence?!
Their scalps went numb, cold sweat dripping down.
This Su Fu was way too bugged!
The key point was, they had barely managed to escape, and the moment they arrived here, Su Fu came right after!
Didn’t that mean they’d fled for nothing, gone in circles, and walked straight back into the trap?
Both of them choked on blood stuck in their throats, nearly fainting from rage.
“Th-then what do we do?!” Indra’s voice trembled, the ominous premonition in his heart growing stronger.
But the Fate Goddess calmly lifted her gaze, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips as she rose from the throne.
Step by step, she slowly walked toward the two.
“What you asked for, I grant.”
She raised her hand, and countless threads of fate suddenly wrapped around Indra and Tyr.
“I will grant you endless courage when facing powerful enemies.”
“As…” She tilted her head, revealing a smile so gentle it was bone-chilling, “a small reward for your willingness to offer loyalty and beg for my protection.”
“…!!”
Indra and Tyr immediately screamed in terror.
Courage? It was warriors charging into battle who needed courage!
She wanted them to be cannon fodder! Fearless, death-defying cannon fodder!
“W-wait! Goddess, we—”
The God of Fate suddenly tightened the threads.
“BI!”
The two struggled frantically, but everything was futile.
Their panicked appearance only delighted the Fate Goddess, her smile growing even more pleased.
“Ah—!”
The two let out miserable screams, as if their souls had been plunged into red-hot branding irons.
The threads pierced into their souls, forcibly rewriting their wills.
Resistance?
Crushed!
Seconds later, the two fell silent, but their eyes became vacant and hollow.
Identical, stiff smiles hung at the corners of their mouths.
Only then did the Fate Goddess nod in satisfaction.
“Well then, as the price for your proactive plea for help.”
“Become the puppets in my hands, turning the Gear of Destiny ever so slowly…”
She looked up, her gaze piercing through countless spaces, directly seeing Su Fu advancing through the River of Fate.
That existence full of variables and… lethal allure.
Interest flickered in her eyes: “A variable.”
“That is indeed troublesome.”
“I can’t afford to capsize in a ditch.”
“If that’s the case…”
She reached out and drew a line, activating her Divine Power—
“[Shadow of the Time Abyss · Recollection of the Past]!”
In the void, countless timelines’ radiances materialized, and upon each timeline, countless figures’ silhouettes appeared.
At certain specific nodes, silhouettes that had once existed began to slowly coalesce into form.
[Shadow of the Time Abyss · Recollection of the Past] could extract a form that once existed from a timeline and briefly summon it to the present.
In other words, summoning heroic spirits.
“Unfortunately.” The Fate Goddess sighed with regret. “Su Fu came alone.”
“If only she had brought more helpers, it would have been far more interesting.”
What she loved most was pulling those seemingly tightly bound threads of fate, making them die at the hands of those they least expected and were closest to them.
“Scenes like that are the most entertaining and best match the aesthetic of fate’s unpredictability.”
“It’s a pity it seems there’s no chance this time.”
“But that’s fine. Let me see just how strong the Chinese Pantheon really is.”
Then, she reached out and forcibly yanked the long-fallen False Gods from countless timelines.
As if crossing the barriers of time and space, they reappeared on this “chosen” timeline.
The entire great hall was suddenly filled.
Amaterasu Omikami, Sun God Ra… one by one, False Gods who should have been thoroughly dead now all reappeared.
The Fate Goddess curled her lips in satisfaction.
Summoned by her, they would naturally have absolute submission to her.
“After all… fate itself is something that can be freely woven and rewritten.”
“As for manpower, I suppose it’s barely sufficient.”
Next, she needed to choose the most suitable battlefield.
She waved her hand, and the scenes before her switched rapidly.
Mount Olympus? She was tired of looking at it.
The roots of the World Tree? Not worthy.
Until a majestic Heavenly Palace appeared before her eyes.
She paused: “A palace in the heavens?”
That was a projection of the Chinese Pantheon’s Heavenly Court, where amid swirling clouds, countless jade towers and golden pavilions were faintly visible.
Of course, the key wasn’t the Heavenly Court itself, but the Heavenly Dao that existed within it.
What she wanted most was the authority of the Heavenly Dao from the era of the Great Desolation, but unfortunately, Su Fu had already shattered it.
However, now she could use Su Fu’s hands to try and seize the remaining authority.
“If I can obtain the Chinese Pantheon’s authority of fate…”
Then the authorities of all Divine Pantheons would be completely gathered.
She could fully become the goddess who speaks for fate, truly able to control the wheel of fate for the entire universe.
The past, present, and future of the entire Interstellar would run perfectly under her will, following the script she had written.
Becoming the true, undying, eternal, and only supreme existence.
“If only Su Fu would cooperate.”
She suddenly sighed with regret.
Su Fu had profound knowledge of Huaxia. With her help, seizing the Heavenly Dao’s authority would be effortless.
She hesitated for a moment. Should she make one last recruitment attempt?
“Su Fu, Su Fu.”
“Don’t you dare disappoint me.”
“Otherwise, this Heavenly Palace will become the tomb I’ve chosen for you.”
“Not sure if you’ll like it. I would rather do that.”
Meanwhile, Su Fu had already walked to the end of the River of Fate.
The endlessly surging River of Fate had completely vanished here.
In its place was an emptiness, a dead silence so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat.
At that moment, she abruptly raised her head and looked ahead.
Mist gathered before her eyes, a figure slowly taking shape—it was the Goddess of Fate.
She looked at Su Fu, the corner of her lips curling upward, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny and amusement.
It was a deeply uncomfortable look.
Su Fu’s gaze sharpened, and she stated with certainty, “Goddess of Fate.”
The Goddess of Fate spread her hands, “Of course.”
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