He became the White-Haired Evil God after wearing the Seven Curses Rings.

While the morphing monsters were momentarily stunned, Taro seized the opportunity and suddenly scattered a handful of World Tree Leaf fragments he had collected into the sky.

The next second, all the leaves were simultaneously reversed and refined by the taro balls.

They transformed into clusters of blazing flames specifically designed to annihilate these illusory monsters.

Flames swept across.

Almost instantly, a large number of the phasing monsters suffered heavy casualties, and their remaining bodies dissipated in the flames.

The remaining monsters were all attracted by the taro ball's movements and rushed towards him frantically.

Seeing this, Azsarax breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the branch he was standing on.

Branches that bear the weight of fate's rules.

Her biggest problem right now isn't whether or not she should attack the branches of the World Tree...

The question is, can she even cut it?

Azsarax took a deep breath.

"If it were before, I probably really wouldn't have been able to do it..."

She stretched out one of her small hands and stared at her palm.

"But now I am a dragon who has unleashed all my power."

With the help of the World Tree, Azsharax now possesses enough power to maintain world stability, almost enough to rival the true gods of the Age of Gods.

Now, what would happen if she used this power on the World Tree?

Azsarax shook his head.

All she knew was that at that moment, there was only a majestic white-haired figure high in the sky, drawing away almost all the attacks for them.

Even if she were to intervene now, the World Tree wouldn't have enough power to stop Azsarax.

Even if the World Tree holds a grudge against him in the future, causing him to be abandoned by the entire dragon race once again...

At least I have other people protecting me.

With that in mind, Azsarax no longer hesitated.

She leaped into the air, and the dragon's tail behind her lashed out at the branches below.

"Whoosh—!"

In an instant, the branch that carried the rules of fate was torn open by Azsarax.

From deep within the crack, glittering golden light emerged.

Azsarax immediately stepped back.

next second.

In everyone's eyes, the taro ball instantly transformed into a ghostly figure that was almost non-existent.

【The Void Rebel】

[Void: Consumes 50% of current maximum health to enter a void state. In this state, external interaction with you is reduced to 0%, while your interaction with the outside world is reduced to 1%. Lasts 60 seconds.]

The Void Rebel is a higher-level class that Taro Ball advances from the Void Crossing Walker after the third job advancement.

While retaining all the abilities of the Voidwalker, the Void Rebel has an additional, most outrageous status in the entire game.

Although it consumes a huge amount of resources and lasts for a short time, its interaction with the outside world is also weakened to the extreme.

But these costs are almost negligible compared to the positive benefits offered by the state of nothingness.

Using the state of nothingness, the taro ball quickly disappeared from everyone's perception.

Including memory.

At this moment, even Xie Bai, who was playing pool with the World Tree high in the sky, did not notice that someone had disappeared.

However, even if the whole world ignores Taro Ball, he still retains that extremely faint ability to influence the outside world.

Within seconds, Taro Ball killed the bewildered morphing monsters around him, broke through the encirclement, and arrived at the golden wound.

He looked solemnly at the crack, then reached out his hand, strengthening his resolve.

The next second, an extremely illusory interface appeared in front of Yuyuan.

【The Crossroads of Fate】

【? ? ? 】

[Enter?]

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the taro ball disappeared from the spot.

When Taro opened her eyes again, she found herself in an extremely abstract space.

Each golden ring, engraved with intricate patterns, is layered upon layered, interlocking yet appearing neat and orderly.

They float in this void, constituting the entirety of space.

In the center of this space is an old-fashioned wooden armchair, upon which leans a figure.

Taro Ball barely hesitated before leaping and weaving through several rings, arriving directly in front of the figure.

The person sitting in the armchair was an elderly man with white hair and beard.

【The Sleeping Diviner Lv.300】

Upon seeing the fortune teller, Taro Ball took a deep breath.

Having memories of his past life, he knew very well that the "sleeping fortune teller" before him was actually a shell left behind in the present world by the god of fate.

Just like Gliese was able to project his consciousness onto the divine light before.

Because of its state of nothingness, Taro Ball did not disturb the sleeping fortune teller.

But to prevent his subtle interactions with the outside world from prematurely waking the diviner, he was now moving as quietly as possible.

His target was the ring in the fortune teller's hand.

It was a ring that was missing a part.

The remaining parts are engraved with eight numbers.

The missing spot is precisely the gap that the taro ball needs to squeeze into.

He raised his hand, releasing a faint aura that drifted towards the ring.

A perfectly clear instruction appeared above the ring.

[Emptiness is a sign of nothingness; the place where destiny is lacking is precisely the place of nothingness.]

The missing part of the ring was filled by the ethereal power of the taro ball.

Although, from the outside, the ring is still missing a part.

In a sense, this ring is already a complete ring whose gaps have been filled with "emptiness".

The next second, a pure white light emerged from the gap in the ring.

Wait... pure white, flawless light?

In an instant, the light transformed into an ultimate radiance that filled the entire space, sweeping in.

The taro ball didn't dodge.

After the light faded, the taro ball remained standing intact.

Neither the armchair nor the fortune teller showed any damage.

But the surrounding rings all turned into countless scattered fragments.

The fortune teller finally opened his eyes.

"Gliese..."

An extremely muffled voice came from his mouth.

"What exactly do you intend to do in my divine kingdom?"

The next second, an even louder voice resounded throughout the entire space.

"Prospero, I merely sensed that some dust seemed to have drifted into your divine realm, and I was simply cleaning it up for you."

He paused.

"However, to my surprise, it seems I sensed something was wrong just now. This monotonous and dull space feels like you're the only one there."

"I am sorry for this."

After saying that, the voice disappeared and left, leaving the diviner alone in the armchair.

"This guy..."

The fortune teller lowered his head and looked at the ring in his hand.

Then, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Has it been completed? Or was it completed by 'empty'..."

He muttered to himself.

"Could it be that the power wielded by this last chosen one is nothingness?"

"Can this power... truly intertwine with fate?"

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly stood up from the armchair.

"Forget it. Let's talk about the void later. It seems that if I don't take action now, the World Tree outside will suffer."

Having said that, the diviner raised his hand and waved it open, creating a golden passage before leaving the place.

Taro balls remained in a state of nothingness, silently following behind the fortune teller.

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