There was nothing in the sky.
It was still a stretch of chaos.
But when she looked above the dome, strange lines appeared before her eyes, intertwining with one another. Most of the lines were black or gray, but a few emitted a faint glow.
Each line looked like a miniature strip of film.
They alternately reflected vivid, continuous scenes and chaotic, distorted scribbles.
The Fate Lines!
As an Awakened who had existed since the era of the Return Journey Research Institute, and as the blood descendant of some great figure, Mary's experience and understanding were beyond what ordinary people could compare with.
So she recognized them at a glance.
These alternating, chaotic lines were the Fate Lines of countless people!
Black.
Gray.
They represented the fates of those who had already died.
They also symbolized the past and future outcomes of the corpses that served as the foundations of the plaza and temple in this Supernatural Space.
Yes.
Even after death.
Fate Lines would still remain entwined around them.
In theory.
Everything in existence, from a speck of dust to the sun, moon, and stars, had its own Fate Line.
However.
Even Awakened found it difficult to capture the Fate Lines of the living.
Let alone those of dead things?
Fate was chaotic and intertwined.
Even those who supposedly possessed the rules of fate would lose themselves in countless destinies, unable to extricate themselves. They simply did not dare investigate those immeasurably intertwined lines.
Aside from the dead.
The lines that still emitted color naturally belonged to the Fate Lines of the few living people among them.
Two, three... six lines, no more and no less. Four people from the Celestial Church, one Jiang Qiao, and Archbishop Posen, who was hidden within the space and occupying Hefu's body. Six