Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
Jeming sat cross-legged in the center of the laboratory, surrounded by several Black Giant Priests.
These black figures, over three meters tall, stood silently, the liquid metal on their bodies slowly flowing, swallowing the surrounding light.
"Master, the 'Fate' sub-system has completed the logical loop, the preliminary tests have passed smoothly." A tall Black Giant Priest with dark metallic skin quietly reported.
"Not bad, time is pressing, begin the final test immediately."
As Jeming's voice fell, a point of golden light suddenly appeared at the center of his forehead.
In an instant, the beliefs of tens of billions of followers in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane rushed towards him like countless rivers converging into the sea.
These chaotic streams of thought were filtered, analyzed, and reorganized by the Fate System, eventually forming a complex information network.
