He finished speaking, drew his sword, and slashed, causing Qing Ke to vanish, continuing forward.
But just as he took a step, Qing Ke appeared again as he had earlier, walking toward him from ahead.
"To resist fate and banish eternity is a grand ideal. Yet this ideal is a gift from fate. Every word you say here, every sword you wield against me, is also arranged by fate."
Fan Wubing's soul suddenly felt heavy, his shoulders weighed down, and his steps slowed.
He looked ahead, then around him, everything he saw gradually becoming unfamiliar.
He closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, thinking, "Here it comes again... that same feeling... it was like this last time too."
As he resisted fate as the Seven Luminaries True Monarch, he understood that even the process of resistance was arranged by fate. It seemed as if this did not stem from his personal will but was a kind of coronation ceremony.
This was extremely cruel, even ruthless.
