The seven deities seated before him, himself included, all wielded fearsome divine power. If even one of them exerted the slightest force to obstruct his plans, all his efforts would come to nothing.
After such a defeat, he could hardly hope to escape a grim fate.
The warmth of the mortal world gradually faded from Jiang Hao's eyes, as divine essence filled his soul. The marks of the multiverse, like stars drawn into a black hole, gathered of their own accord within him, bringing him to a flawless state.
Perfect as he was, untouched as he was, from that moment on he would no longer be constrained or disturbed by the passage of time, the twists of fate, or the cycle of cause and effect.
Time could leave no mark on him, fate could not reveal his true form, and the power of cause and effect could not bind his existence.
