Crossing the World of Warcraft: I am an Ancient God

"I... maybe I also have countless bodies, and I'm just here to receive you." Lishvim's voice revealed deep helplessness, as if he was also confused and bewildered by his own existence.

After hearing this, Yun suddenly became interested. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Oh? So, we can cooperate again?"

Though Lishvim's words sounded a bit frightening, Yun was accustomed to this kind of situation. He knew that fate was so powerful that no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape its grasp. Just as he had tried to resist fate before, he had found himself at this point, in this place.

"You...are not surprised." Lishvim was obviously surprised by Yun's reaction. He had thought Yun would be shocked or frightened by what he said.

Yun smiled disapprovingly and said lightly: "Didn't you say that these were all arranged by God? And now it seems that your God is probably also controlled by fate." There was no awe or fear in his tone, as if he didn't take the so-called God seriously.

Yun knew full well that while the gods Lishvim spoke of might be powerful, they ultimately met their end, taking their entire tribe with them. In contrast, while the humans on Ezera had also endured many hardships, at least a large number had survived, a far better outcome than that planet.

"As expected, you know more than me. So what are you going to do now?" Lishvim looked at Yun with a hint of anticipation and curiosity in his eyes.

Yun smiled faintly and replied in a relaxed tone, "Me? I really don't know. Actually, it doesn't matter to me whether the door to this tomb is opened or not. Anyway, no matter what, fate will always find its way out."

After hearing Yun's words, Lishvim fell into deep thought. After a while, he said with emotion, "It seems you saw all this earlier than I did, and I..." His words revealed a hint of helplessness and loss.

Seeing this, Yun quickly comforted him, "Don't think so, Lishvim. It takes time to get used to it. I've only gone a little further than you. Actually, I've always felt like I was being controlled by fate, with no control over my own actions. But if I had been killed earlier, I might not even have had such thoughts. So you should be thankful that you can sense the existence of fate. It means you've lived long enough and are strong enough."

After hearing Yun's words, Lishvim felt a little better. He looked at Yun gratefully and said, "Thank you for your comfort, Yun. But even if you didn't say it, I understand this. I'm just a little disappointed. After all, all my efforts over the years have been in vain... Sigh!" He sighed deeply, as if trying to vent all the frustration in his heart.

Yun sneered inwardly from behind. He knew full well that these people weren't so easily fooled. They were each as shrewd as a fox. How could they be fooled by a few sweet words? Their current disappointment might only be temporary; it wouldn't be long before they would find another target. After all, no one who had survived to this point was a simple character.

Yun turned to look at Lishvim and asked calmly, "I want to hear your thoughts."

Lishvim was obviously caught off guard. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "My thoughts? What thoughts could I have? I just..." He suddenly paused and looked straight at Yun.

Yun was somewhat baffled by his sudden action and couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong? You're always like this, I can't stand it anymore."

Lishvim didn't respond to Yun's smile. His expression grew serious, and he slowly said, "No matter what we intend, fate will ultimately determine our fate. So, I think we should wait and see if anyone else shows up."

After hearing Lishvim's words, Yun sighed deeply, his face filled with helplessness and despair. He shook his head slowly, as if he had lost all hope in the world. "It's useless. Even if others come, it must be fate. We can't escape the control of fate."

Yun's voice was low and weak, as if he was being suffocated by a huge force. His words revealed a deep sense of powerlessness, as if he had experienced countless such struggles, but still could not escape the shackles of fate.

He had experienced this before. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how he tried to change the trajectory of his fate, he was always controlled by it. Just like this time, he had no intention of coming here, but somehow he walked to this place step by step, and every step seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, completely out of his control.

"Maybe... your men may be a variable." Lishvim said suddenly, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Yun suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Lishvim. "My men? Haven't they left yet? What have they done?" A surge of curiosity and confusion welled up in him. He remembered that Sintiara and the others had clearly planned something, and it seemed quite important. Lishvim clearly knew something, and judging by his tone, it seemed as if they had done something truly remarkable.

"Them? They are amazing. Although you humans have the strongest adaptability, I didn't expect that your four men could actually occupy the body of the Puppet Eternal, and all of them succeeded. It's incredible." Lishvim said in surprise.

"Occupy? Eternal?" Yun looked at Lishvim in surprise. He couldn't understand what was going on. Although he understood some of it, it seemed as if he didn't understand it at all.