So long as they still existed within the universe, so-called transcendence of the River of Fate was a joke. The most Saints could do was conceal the course of their own fates.
"Everything that lives has a fate. All the joys and sorrows, all the grudges and loves, every experience is part of that fate...
"Even lifeless planets have their formation and eventual destruction. The processes of change are also part of a complete fate..."
For instance, he could now look at a star and easily trace its history back to the beginning of the universe, to the moment when the planet had first formed. If he wished, he could plant a hidden seed with a mere thought—or make the star explode with a single notion, just as he had dealt with the Demon Saint before.
The only problem was that, although the Power of Fate was useful, it wasn't suited to direct combat. Activating it required certain conditions and time.
Awakening from the mysteries of the Fate Rule, Lin Zhichen reached out and retrieved the Saint's remains from the depths of space-time. In the Hall of Gods, an enormous crystal tree stood like a decoration, its branches faintly revealing the Saint's despair in his final moments.
"Another Guixu..." Wei Peng frowned at the patch of darkness in the depths of space-time.
Compared to the first Guixu, this one was much smaller, spanning only a few kilometers. The endless Chaos Tide poured in, crushing vast stretches of space-time, only for them to recover in an instant. Amid destruction and reconstruction, more and more energy gathered in the structure of space-time here, and the matter and energy gradually coalesced into a special solid crystal.
Guixu wasn't entirely a bad thing. Aside from the rewards of the universe's origin for killing a