Yet facing his opening move, not a single "unknown" dared to casually intervene...
For, a blurred book had appeared in his right hand.
Whether it was the mysterious and strange "unknowns" holding supreme authority, or any other entity, at this moment, willingly or not, it was difficult to step in and interfere...
The moment after the book appeared, a hard-to-observe yet omnipresent "human fate agglomeration" reemerged in the world.
It was so vast that it seemed to cover the entire world, the fine threads stemming from it entwined with countless individual humans.
Even if their bodies were rotted, from the viewpoint of the "Book of Fate," they were not completely dead.
Countless threads of fate rose from the ruins like smoke, instinctively encircling Old Master Wu like a school of fish, seemingly lost and unsure of where to go.
At that time, the elder lifted his head, gazing at the sky above.
