"Swallow a golden core, and my fate is mine, not Heaven's!"
The moment these words were spoken, they struck straight into the hearts of every immortal cultivator.
After becoming immortal, everything within one's Zifu—one's primordial spirit and all else—merged into one and became a golden core. Wasn't that precisely "swallow a golden core"?
My fate is mine, not Heaven's—this was even easier to understand. In the Three Realms, which cultivator had ever cultivated with the thought of obeying the Heavenly Dao and submitting to fate?
None!
It was simply impossible for any cultivator to cultivate in order to submit to fate.
For obedience made one mortal, while defiance made one immortal. Cultivation itself was a process of defying Heaven. If one submitted to fate in all things, then there would have been no need to resist during the heavenly tribulation.
Yet once these words were spoken, everyone throughout the Three Realms was shaken, because very few had ever seriously considered this question.
They might occasionally think about it, but they would never truly dwell on it. First, there was no use pondering such matters. Their strength was too weak; rather than think so much, they might as well use that time to improve themselves. Second, those truly strong enough to consider this question had also been frightened, because even Pangu God had died because of fate.
Even Pangu God had fallen beneath fate. What chance did they have of resisting it?
But Zhou Tong had not said these words for those great powers who had already given up resisting. He had said them for the cultivators who had yet to comprehend the Heavenly Dao.
"That's right. Why must we be enemies? Why must our Nuwa Faction and the Abyss Gate regard each other with hostility? Because fate foretold it? Why