Yang Qingyun's understanding of destiny was deepening.
He had more or less begun to understand.
The so-called destiny
was not the kind of destiny from the novels about the flow of Earth Star's destiny in his first life.
It did not contain settings such as "those blessed by fate must have noblemen aid them,"
or that people were born into different social ranks, with commoners remaining commoners for generations, unable to hold high positions no matter how learned they were unless they possessed matching destiny.
Its existence
was somewhat like a symbol.
The stronger one's strength and the greater one's fame, the more destiny would gather upon one's person.
It seemed to be something that could be changed,
leaving open the possibility that human will could triumph over Heaven.
Yet at the same time, certain mysterious and unfathomable forces of fate were mixed into it.
Because those with great destiny seemed to receive some assistance in cultivation.
Just as when destiny had gathered moments ago compared to now, when Song Qingyang's ascent of the mountain had caused it to scatter,
Yang Qingyun distinctly felt that the latter had made his own cultivation become slightly more obscure and difficult.
Those with great destiny were not necessarily strong,
but the strong certainly possessed great destiny.
"Destiny contended against destiny. So, is this a struggle over interests?"
Yang Qingyun gazed at Song Qingyang in the distance, his eyes deep and his heart speaking silently.
What Yang Qingyun was thinking
was something Song Qingyang had no way of knowing.
But he did not need to know, either.
Seeing Yang Qingyun appear,
a wild grin spread across his face.
Song Qingyang reached behind him and drew the long saber strapped to his back.
"I heard long ago of Yang Qingyun, the rising star among the