Severing Fate

The "opportunity" King Zhouyi spoke of was the sword Shen Qian had raised and lowered countless times in those fleeting moments.

"If you had been more decisive, you might not have truly severed my Dao Foundation, but you could at least have gravely wounded me, forcing me to flee today because I lacked certainty."

King Zhouyi shook his head. "Unfortunately, like all the mediocre masses, you hesitated until the end and never found the courage to stake everything on a single throw. Now, you can only die full of regret."

Shen Qian remained silent. Indeed, he had been hesitating all along.

Because he simply could not determine which moment had been the true turning point in King Zhouyi's fate.

So until the very end, the sword in his hand had never fallen.

Precisely because he had only one chance, Shen Qian had been especially cautious. If he let King Zhouyi escape today, there would be no second Sky-Peering Mirror for him to squander.

"Shen Qian, give up resisting. My previous promise still stands. You may keep your life and take your family and loved ones far away. Even if the Primal Land is lost, this universe is vast. Where could you not go?"

King Zhouyi smiled. "I can erase all karma for you and guarantee that you can live out your life freely on some hidden planet. What do you think of those terms?"

Hearing this, Shen Qian suddenly sighed. "Those terms do sound tempting. After all, my original dream was nothing more than for my family to be healthy, to own a garden villa, and keep three mistresses... But, King Zhouyi, there is still something I do not understand."

"What is it?" King Zhouyi asked blandly.

"After you 'awakened,' the Fate Scroll did indeed stop flowing. But why does