At this very moment, in the cold vast sky, the relics abandoned by time, the chariots forsaken in Current Circumstances, the monsters discarded by Hell, and the gods left behind by history, as well as the explorers abandoned by support...
In this enclosed forge, everyone is like ingredients thrown into the pot, shackled by their own Sky's Command, mission, and destiny, having no choice but to move forward.
Everyone drawn here has a reason, and no one arriving here is dispensable.
Perhaps this is the true Mystic Ritual.
——Forging the Fire of Divinities is always fate!
Huai Shi finally realized.
After a long silence, he couldn't help but frown, bewilderedly exclaiming, "With so many bizarre ingredients tossed in, will it taste any good?"
One Helios, two Great Grandmasters as main ingredients, several Alchemists, sprinkles of the Piper's schemes, simmered on low heat, adding Hell's sediment, adding miracles, adding Disaster.
Reduce with high heat.
