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Chapter 175: The Awakening of the Ancient Gods
However, he did not back down. "I cannot give up." Isaac's voice was low and firm. Although his heart was filled with doubts, he knew that he bore the mission of changing the fate of the universe and could not back down.
Suddenly, a powerful tremor ripped through his thoughts. Isaac suppressed the turmoil within him, quickly focusing his consciousness and concentrating all the power of destiny and chaos. He felt that the out-of-control force growing even stronger, as if devouring every ounce of his energy, forcing him into an unprecedented state of limit.
“It’s forcing me.” Isaac realized that the force was not simply a natural force, but an intention. Every time he repaired or intervened, he was being manipulated by some mysterious force, just as the Hermit had warned: “The backlash of fate” was no exaggeration.
Just as Isaac was in trouble, the darkness in the crack gradually coalesced, forming a blurry figure. That figure did not originate from the natural laws of the universe, but rather was a manifestation of something deeper within. As the darkness gradually solidified, an ancient and familiar voice echoed in Isaac's mind.
“Isaac.” The voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression. “Are you still so stubborn?”
Isaac jolted, turning around to see a dark figure before him, gradually solidifying. It was a familiar figure—his future self. The being who had once fought against him in the vortex of time and space had reappeared before him. His future self still exuded an aura of oppressive power and unyielding authority, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
“You…” Isaac’s eyes became complicated, his heart filled with doubt, “Are you an illusion, or some kind of prophecy?”
The future Isaac smiled, his tone cold and tinged with sarcasm: "Don't you understand? What you are facing now is not a simple restoration of the universe. Everything you have created is destined to be unable to transcend the established laws. You are changing the universe, but in reality, you are pushing it toward collapse. All your power will ultimately be unable to bear the responsibility you have taken on."
Isaac's heart sank. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew deep down that the future before him wasn't an illusion, but some kind of omens—a harbinger of the ultimate collapse of the universe. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he could only change the surface order, while the deeper laws of the universe continued to cripple every change he made.
“You’re right, Isaac.” His future self slowly approached, his voice growing colder. “What you are seeing is the vision of the universe’s impending collapse. No matter how you struggle, you cannot reverse this fate. You think the order you created will bring prosperity, but you don’t realize that the original laws of the universe have never been changed by you. Everything you’ve done is only accelerating this process.”
"I will not accept my fate!" Isaac stepped forward abruptly, the power of destiny and chaos surging within him, transforming into a torrent that instantly surged towards his future self. His heart was filled with determination, "I will not abandon my choice; I will create a true future for the universe!"
However, his future self remained calm, instead smiling serenely as he extended his palm, instantly neutralizing Isaac's power. "You can never transcend your past," he said, his voice calm and cold. "You cannot change the laws of the universe; your future is already predetermined."
Isaac felt the suppressed power binding him like chains, yet his soul remained steadfast. In that moment, he finally understood—the order of the universe, the intertwining of destiny and chaos, was not a simple conflict, but a profound interdependence. What he sought was not merely change, but to transcend the laws of the past and create a freer, more balanced universe.
"Fate no longer binds me." Isaac's voice resounded like thunder through the void, and powerful energy surged once more. "I will no longer be controlled by the fears of the past; I choose to create my own future!"
As these words fell, Isaac's body began to shimmer with a dazzling light. The power of fate and chaos intertwined into a pillar of light, piercing through the entire rift space. With the awakening within him, the rift began to tremble violently, and the surrounding space gradually stabilized. The chaotic forces in the universe seemed to be suppressed at this moment, and Isaac's power regained control of the universe's rhythm.
“The fears of the past have been overcome.” Isaac’s eyes were filled with determination. “The universe is no longer a plaything of fate and chaos, but the future that I and all life have chosen together.”
As Isaac finished speaking, the cracked space began to return to normal, the surrounding stars rearranged, and the order of the universe was gradually restored. However, this was not the end, but a new beginning.
Just when Isaac thought he had solved the rift problem and restored cosmic order, he sensed a new threat approaching. This threat did not come from the outside, but from something deeper—a dark force originating from the heart of the universe.
Isaac knew that this challenge was far from over. The real test was not just facing external enemies, but how to control the order he had created and how to face the universe's ultimate choice.
Isaac stood in the depths of space, gazing at the rearranged stars, a semblance of peace returning to him after the chaos he had just experienced. However, despite this apparent tranquility, he knew the universe was not fully restored; it remained fraught with unfathomable threats. As the rifts repaired, order was gradually returning, but he sensed a far greater force quietly awakening within him.
The intertwining of fate and chaos should have been the ultimate balance of the universe. However, Isaac knew that this was not the end. Just as he foresaw, as he shaped a new cosmic order, some ancient beings hidden beyond space and time were quietly awakening.
"The Gods of the Old Days".
A chill ran through Isaac's eyes. He knew these ancient beings were the original creators of the universe, their power far beyond his comprehension. While the forces of fate and chaos were immensely powerful, the Great Old Ones were the true rulers of the universe. They controlled the origin and end of the universe, the creators of time and space themselves.
Just then, tremors emanated from the other end of the universe, space began to warp, and Isaac's senses were pulled by an indescribable force. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and sensed the immense turbulence at the very edge of the universe. This was not ordinary celestial movement, but the awakening of some ancient force, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing open the veil of the universe, attempting to extract its hidden core from its depths.