"I said!"
"All offenders must die!"
A dignified voice came from high in the heavens, as if a celestial god were proclaiming a divine decree.
As the order rang out, Jiang Qiao immediately sensed a vast will appearing in all directions. This will did not come from Ye Chen, nor was it the will of any independent entity.
It was more like space itself!
At that moment.
Jiang Qiao felt an intense malice, as if the entire world hated and rejected him!
Under this malice.
He even felt that all his luck had been stripped away.
Only misfortune remained!
"It's not an illusion. There really is some unseen will isolating my fortune. Or rather, my fortune isn't acknowledged by this space or recognized by this world."
Jiang Qiao possessed the Fate Weaver, making his senses regarding fate and fortune extraordinarily precise.
What people called fortune.
Was actually the trajectory you followed in this world.
The past.
The future.
It was like countless roads built upon the earth. Some were broad, some narrow; some were highways, while others were muddy dirt paths. Some of these roads had already been completed, while others still needed to be built.
The past was fixed.
Whatever lay along the road had become set in stone.
The future was undetermined.
But the roads already had their basic shapes.
Most of the time, broad roads were smoother than narrow paths, allowing you to walk more happily and easily across the land known as the "world."
Or.
You could also think of fate as the role a person played in a movie.
Some were protagonists.
Some were supporting characters.
Some were insignificant Passerby A's.
Different roles.
Naturally led to different directions of development in the movie, and the amount of time they could appear on-screen varied as well.