Chapter 1262: The Broken Mask (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Votes)

The colors of yellow, orange, purple, gray, and white weaved together, filling the entire firmament, as rippling waves etched radiant patterns across the world's bottom layer.

The evening wind stirred the emerald grassland, as though swept away by some intangible force from the world's depths. All the grass blades turned into withered yellow in an instant, then scattered into dust.

"What did you push into the center of the battlefield?"

A slightly astonished voice rang from behind the undulating hills.

"Those who wish to manipulate fate will eventually be toyed with by fate,"

The man in military attire stood quietly atop a hill, gazing at the distant sky with a calm look. In a hoarse, low voice, he said, "Those without reverence for fate will naturally face fate's backlash. It's not me who orchestrates all of this; it's those smug individuals who believe they've seized control of fate."

Then he turned his gaze, looking behind him.