"Afraid?"
Yang An said nothing.
He knew that enormous hand. He had seen it before.
World's Eye had shown him that, above the Ninth Heavens, a hand had cast down a black pearl, after which violent waves had swept across the entire world.
So all this had been foreshadowed long ago. Though it was only what Fate Crane had wanted him to see, it had still allowed him to learn in advance of part of the true crisis that came from beyond this world.
Only this time, he was no longer looking from World's Eye's perspective. He was truly standing beneath that hand, viewing it from a lowly angle.
It seemed that with a light grasp or a casual movement of its fingers, this world would be met with a terrifying catastrophe.
"Despairing?"
Fate Crane asked again at that moment.
Yang An still gave no answer.
In truth, in this brief span of time, from the moment he had advanced into the Immortal Platform Realm and found the lever that could pry open the truth, his state of mind had already crumbled. He did not know what emotions he should use to face these matters.
Perhaps there was fear. Perhaps there was despair. Anger as well.
But what use were any of them?
From beginning to end, even now, when the end had yet to arrive, everything about him had moved forward under Fate Crane's manipulation and guidance.
No, perhaps Fate Crane was not the only one. There might also have been others, such as... the Heavenly Dao.
In other words, Fate Crane was still guiding him even now. He had nothing he wanted to do himself, only things he had to do.
These matters did not care what he thought. He merely had to do them.
What meaning was