So, what exactly was a Fate Number?
Every Esteemed Immortal observed their own Fate Number, seeking fortune and avoiding disaster.
Some even became overly rational, overly emotional, and cast aside their own feelings.
Every Esteemed Immortal was like a machine, making rational choices and using divination to calculate gains and losses.
What kind of civilizational tide would these stars of an age of absolute rationality form when they gathered like clouds and mist?
Ning Zheng suddenly felt that the Immortal Realm had gotten philosophical schools too.
It followed the same path as Jiuzhou's question: "How do you know this moment is the true self?"
Relying on one's Fate Number to make choices, were those choices truly one's own Original Heart? Was one also an alternative ember husk that followed logic?
Could it be that these Esteemed Immortals who relied on divination would one day begin doubting themselves, cast aside divination, and shout, "How do you know this moment is the true self?"
It was too philosophical.
Too profound.
Of course.
Ning Zheng felt that perhaps he was overthinking it.
He was a beneficiary, after all. By relying on divination, observing fortune and misfortune again and again, enjoying all kinds of good luck, and avoiding calamities, he had managed to get where he was today.
Who wasn't a slave to fate in this day and age?
That was simply how the current version worked.
Just as in the prehistoric version, everyone had been a slave to life, space, and time.
"The premythological era was like this, and so is our postmythological era. Am I just being ridiculous because I've eaten too much?"
Ning Zheng grumbled.
Next, Ning Zheng wanted to see how Esteemed Immortal Hun Huang planned to handle this matter.
Instead.
Jiu Cai Rong came to ask about it. Why