A circle of life and death… all led by events that could never be stopped.
Po Ming turned around upon hearing the voice.
As if time itself had stopped at someone's will.
Nezha stood only a few steps away, his hand stretched forward, ready to strike Po Ming's neck in half.
But suddenly, he stopped.
Motionless.
Like a living statue.
Then, the very air shifted.
A black space opened beneath Po Ming's feet.
Suddenly, it choked reality itself.
Darkness spread across everything it touched.
The ground.
The sky.
Everything.
Until it reached the Ashoka Place.
Suddenly—
The dragon-like sculpture slowly turned its head.
Po Ming froze like a statue.
…
Whether you wanted it or not, you could never deny cause and effect.
Po Ming slowly turned around.
Boom!
A blazing star forced its way through the heavens, crashing toward everything in its path.
Every action created another effect, and every effect gave birth to another. Good and evil were merely concepts, unworthy of the universe itself.
This was the fate of existence.
No matter how loudly one screamed, resisted, or fought back, the chain of cause and effect would never break.
To withstand fate…
Was impossible.
Perhaps that was fate's true nature.
Something that could never be changed.
At the center of a vast galaxy, beneath a celestial-like star, a towering figure stood silently at its edge.
"Conquer the enemy, and you shall conquer yourself."
The enormous being possessed six arms and wore metallic silk armor wrapped with long silk ropes. A Spartan-like helmet concealed his face, while countless shadowy eyes emerged from every part of his armor, silently observing the universe.
Slowly, he drew a sword forged from celestial steel. Its blade was flawless, its edge so sharp that it seemed capable of slicing through reality itself.
His name was—
Anguished of Furtively.
He raised his sword high and shouted,
"Prepare the ceremony!"
Suddenly, countless enormous threads danced through the air like venomous vipers.
Then the sky itself split apart.
A massive crack stretched across the heavens.
Hundreds… no, thousands… no, millions… far beyond billions, beyond trillions upon trillions of faces poured out from the rift, filling the entire galaxy.
The six-armed creature stepped forward.
A gigantic wave of flames rolled across the galaxy like a blazing tide.
Within the sea of fire drifted a colossal glass-like meteorite.
Inside it stood countless mortals.
One by one, each mortal was pierced by the floating threads.
Po Ming froze.
One of the threads suddenly lunged toward him.
Bam!
It wrapped tightly around his neck.
Above him, a gigantic needle hovered in the air as the warrior slowly turned, his gaze resting upon Po Ming.
"Po Ming… do you truly believe fate can be broken?"
Suddenly, Po Ming froze.
A lifetime of memories flooded into his mind.
The memories struck him like a raging storm.
He could not even ask who this warrior was or where he had come from.
Who was he?
Was he from this era?
Yet everything about him gave Po Ming a cold realization.
Another Fate Seeker.
Po Ming slowly turned around.
Within the colossal meteorite, countless living beings could be seen trapped inside.
Suddenly, his vision shifted.
…
The Supreme Elder of the Regional Continent had been struck down by the Fate Culprit.
For over three million years, Fate Buildings had been destroyed by countless Culprits.
Each of them possessed an inhuman and disturbing face.
Some wore expressions of laughter.
Others smiled.
Some were consumed by fear.
While countless others displayed emotions beyond mortal understanding.
Po Ming turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs,
"What do you want?!"
The warrior smiled calmly as he floated through the air.
"To stop the Fate Breaker."
Po Ming's entire mind froze.
His reality trembled.
As he slowly turned around, his eyes widened.
"What…?!"
The sight before him froze him completely.
Across the entire mortal world…
Countless threads stretched through the heavens.
Every thread was connected to a living being.
Every thread held someone important.
A teenager.
An adult.
An old man.
Every single life…
Except—
Mingyin !
....
Sun Tzu turned around.
Suddenly—
He could not move.
No…
He had frozen completely.
Reality itself trembled.
The warrior who had caused it all smiled faintly as he gripped Po Ming's head.
"Do you see this… Fate… Reality… Even the heavens themselves."
Po Ming could no longer endure it.
He collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.
"Ahhhhhhrrrk…!"
He screamed while clutching his head.
Who was this man?
He did not know.
But he understood one thing.
Everything that had happened…
Everything he had experienced…
Had been orchestrated by a single mastermind.
Fate.
Po Ming slowly raised his head and roared toward the heavens.
"Why can't I live my own life?!
Why can't I discover the true purpose of my existence?
Why can't I escape my future?"
"Mortal Ruler… Mingyin?"
Suddenly, the image of his mother appeared within his mind.
Even if fate could never truly be defeated…
I will still fight against it.
Po Ming stood frozen.
What had he truly gained?
What had he failed to understand?
What had he gained by fighting fate?
Why couldn't he simply live the life he wanted?
Why had he wished for death?
The warrior looked at him once more.
A faint smile appeared across his face.
Then another memory surfaced within Po Ming's mind.
"Just give up, Po Ming. There is no escaping fate."
"No…"
"I want to know who I truly am."
Po ming your life has been a lie told by two monkey !
Followed your fate ….. who can defy fate ?
How can a piece of flesh like you defy fate ?
Where the nine ruler able to destroyed it ?
No there escape from it long enought to lived however there want but your not even that !
Instead you try to do something else !
Ahahahaha the heaven are brutal there know the best this is the end of both you and Mingyin then perhaps the mortal ruler !
Po Ming froze as he halt himself and gritted his teeth !
Pondering what to do !
Mingyin and mortal ruler what schuld I do now !
Submit to just see another day !
Or died following my goal !
Is now or never !