“No! You can't do this! You want to turn me into some thrall that isn’t even a person or a ghost?” the crown prince said, visibly appalled. “I’d rather you kill me than turn me into some cold-blooded freak with no thoughts or feelings of my own. That would be torture!”

“You chose this,” Yang Qi said, reaching out and grabbing the crown prince, then floating up into the air. At the same time, he thrust his palm out, causing numerous cracks and craters to appear on the surface of the Harvestland.

Growing physically larger, he rose into the spatial tempests, looking down at the Harvestland below. Then, with a mere thought, he summoned the Flame of Hope, causing fist-sized tongues of flame to descend on the land below, almost like snowflakes.

“Destiny!”

He made a grasping gesture, causing the destiny of the House of God Ordainment and the Deva Dynasty to rush toward him. Simultaneously, destiny from the League of the Devil-Dao and the Nacrelight Sageland also flowed in his directi...