The Eternal Heavenly Palace crushed the karmic dregs of three thousand Cataclysm Epochs. The primordial spiritual liquid refined from ancient resentment and baleful energy was still circulating between the Dragon Scales of its hull when the entire Heavenly Palace plunged without warning into a deathly silent field of silver-white reefs.
No waves roared here. Even time no longer flowed normally. As far as the eye could see, a vast breach had been forcibly gouged into the main channel of the Origin River. Countless branches resembling silver blood vessels thrust backward into the void, frantically drawing in and expelling the primordial essence at the bottom of the riverbed. Within every branch, bizarre visions were reflected-Chu Qing, armored and armed, dying in battle while still an obscure nobody; Stone Ridge Great Harmony, founded upon a grand vow, falling apart midway; and countless "possibilities" that had never occurred, embodied as quagmires of destiny as heavy as mountains.
"These are not naturally formed forks in the river, but artificially grafted channels for stealing fate."
Chu Qing stood atop the Dragon-Head Ramming Prow with his hands behind his back. His Daluo Dharma Eye narrowed slightly, instantly discerning the cruel truth of this Star Domain. These interwoven, deeply rooted silver tributaries were no natural obstacles meant to test those tracing the source, but a "fate diversion hub" built by the Creator specifically to prevent true history from veering off course. Any transcendent being attempting to travel upstream would be forcibly diverted into false histories with fatal endings already written, becoming nourishment for this system.
Crack...
A roar of laws like interlocking machinery came from the void. At the heart of the hub where the tributaries converged, a silver-white fortress cast entirely from chains of destiny rose from the ground. An old man wearing a Daoist robe