Wang Xiao finally understood why this Executioner was coming after him.
It wasn't about justice. It wasn't about balance.
It was about weight.
The mass of his existence, the power contained within his being, was too much for this fragile world. Like a neutron star trying to nest inside a fishbowl.
By all logic, the moment he transcended inside the graveyard of gods, he should have never returned.
But he did.
And because he did, the multiverse's clean-up crew was sent to erase him before he snapped this world in half like a rotting branch.
Wang Xiao exhaled slowly.
Now things made sense.
No wonder there was no second Aegis after he died.
But was that really it?
What if Aegis himself had broken the rules? What if his death wasn't just a battle—but an execution?
What if a transcendent had already been here long before Aegis?
A cold amusement flickered in Wang Xiao's gaze.
Was the past repeating itself?
