The seven gods sitting here, including him, are all powerful. As long as one of them exerts even a little effort to block his actions, his plans will be in vain.
After the defeat, his fate may not be able to escape the misfortune.
The human warmth in Jiang Hao's eyes gradually disappeared, and the spirit of the gods filled his soul. The imprints in the multiverse, like stars returning to a black hole, spontaneously gathered in Jiang Hao's body, making him reach a flawless state.
Perfect like Him, traceless like Him, from now on, I will not be fettered and disturbed by the passage of time, changes in fate, and the cycle of cause and effect.
Time cannot leave a mark on its body, fate cannot reflect its true form, and the power of cause and effect cannot restrain its existence.
