Fate was unpredictable!
When everyone's fate became intertwined with yours, they would turn into a vast net that left you unable to break free or escape, forcing you to be dragged along and passively head toward a predetermined ending.
The lines twisted.
They transformed once more into sinister, slick tentacles, while the woven clothing also became layers upon layers of tentacles that bound him.
Every tentacle.
Symbolized a fate that had already occurred.
They belonged to the corpses that had built the plaza, the stone pillars collapsed on the ground, and the enormous, disorderly scattered boulders... Jiang Qiao could not imagine what would happen if the fate of stones were grafted onto a person.
Because he could not see the stones' fate for the time being, he naturally could not do it.
But it did not matter.
The woman was demonstrating it for him now!
Hong Zhou's body immediately became severely sluggish. This sluggishness did not mean that his body could no longer move, but rather that he had become "heavy" from the inside out.
Even though he could move as swiftly as flying.
He still gave off an intense sense of heaviness and sluggishness.
In this state.
All the rules also became filled with dullness.
They could still be used.
But after being used, they could easily be detected. It was like a huge boulder lying before one's eyes, requiring no great amount of time to observe.
What kind of feeling was this?
It was somewhat like a skin effect in a game. Visually, one might feel more nimble or more sluggish.
In reality, there was no difference between the two.
Or perhaps it was like a keyboard skin for an input method. The positions had not changed, but different skins could make one feel that the keys were