That was a very ordinary voice.
Neither hoarse nor crisp... it matched the impression of Saint Peter, conveying a sense of steadiness.
But at the moment that voice sounded.
Those words were like sharp blades or swift magical bullets, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.
And on the "path of fate" they had yet to traverse, it carved a deep trajectory. If no other forces intervened, they would naturally fall into this altered future.
The executives and officials of various nations, saints and deities, as well as those players closest to Annan—
And destiny is the wheel of the Celestial Chariot.
As the master of the Book of the Celestial Chariot, Annan clearly felt that all who heard Saint Peter's words now shared an additional thread of fate with him.
These freshly spun threads of fate intertwined, forming a dense web.
Of course, this power was not meant to influence Annan's own fate.
