All of this reminded Xu Qing of the True God suppressed in his Qing Heaven…
Fate, in the eyes of mortals, existed in the unseen and was beyond comprehension.
Even cultivators, who walked the path of defying the heavens, often found themselves, at the end of their journey, unable to resist fate.
In the end, they compromised, smiling bitterly as they said:
"Make peace with yourself."
This was the helplessness of life and the meaning that came from its impermanence.
When resistance failed, all that remained was adaptation.
But… there were still some beings—whether gods or immortals—who stood far above others, whose level of existence was extraordinary. To them, fate was neither so mysterious nor so unapproachable.
They could perceive its traces, unveil its veils, and, in some cases, even manipulate it with a wave of their hand—turning what was destined into the undestined and the undestined into the destined.
