Derivation

"Fate... space-time..."

Within the great hall floating in the skies of the Northern Spirit Realm, Yan Qingshan's gaze slowly swept over the dreamlike light screens around him. These were the fruits of his labor over the past several decades: his exploration of this world and the development of his Intelligent Brain Dawn.

Ever since having a son, he had spent the past ten-odd years contemplating one question: What exactly was fate?

Back when he was on the Dou Qi Continent, he had sensed those so-called trajectories of fate. The most direct example was the already-dead Xiao Yan.

Although Xiao Yan was dead, when he recalled those past experiences and connected them to his son's birth and the events of recent years, it would have been one thing if he knew nothing. Yet he happened to know quite a lot, which naturally made him all the more uncomfortable.

Back on the Dou Qi Continent, relying on his foreknowledge, he had stolen many of Xiao Yan's opportunities. However, due to his lack of strength at the beginning, he had not gone all the way. He had thought that would prevent Xiao Yan from rising, but who could have expected that fellow to be like an unkillable cockroach? He obtained even more opportunities and still grew step by step.

This had left him quite helpless at the time. Later, as his strength grew greater and greater, he became increasingly unconcerned with such matters. He had thought everything would simply continue that way, yet Xiao Yan had died so abruptly, leaving him with an unpleasant feeling.

He had not felt much on the Tianxuan Continent. After all, he had taken Lin Dong as his disciple, and nothing had seemed amiss. Everything had been fine after arriving in the Great Thousand World, until his son