Bab 305: Chapter 268: I'm Just a Clone (Thanks to the 'Emperor of a Thousand Autumns' for Leading the Alliance) _1

"What is that—"

Inside the Qingjing Palace.

The God of Fortune, manipulating the bizarre demonic light, stayed rigid in mid-air as if splashed with a bucket of ice water, not daring to move.

And the distortion and madness on his face are gradually fading away, becoming lucid instead.

At this moment, leveraging the supreme nature existing behind the current demon light possessed, the God of Fortune can glimpse terrifying trajectories of Dao at an infinitely high level.

This includes the existence of causality.

In his gaze.

Zhang Jing, sitting on the meditation cushion, is entwined with several immensely thick threads of causality.

Subconsciously, he followed these lines of causality.

The next moment, he met a magnificent gaze that descended from infinite heights.

Upon contact.

A picture naturally emerged before the God of Fortune — countless deities step out from a giant sleeping within the chaotic sun, roaming the worlds, teaching limitless beings.