At that moment, Bibi Dong stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao. He leaned back slightly and smiled apologetically. "Your Holiness, please don't get worked up. I've merely tied the fates of everyone in the Spirit Hall outside—including yours—to myself."
"My fate?" Only then did Bibi Dong notice a subtle connection between herself and Huo Yuhao. She couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it was undeniably real.
After Bibi Dong and Huo Yuhao took their seats, Huo Yuhao breathed a sigh of relief. "Fate is an intangible thing, yet it truly exists. Take a simple example: you were destined to be defeated by Tang San. Even if you eventually became the Rakshasa God, you still couldn't change what was fated to happen. That's the determinative power of history. If I hadn't traveled through time, history from ten thousand years ago wouldn't have changed, and you never would have had the chance to travel with me to the world ten thousand years later."
"I now bear the fate of everyone in your Spirit Hall, including you and my older sister. If my plan fails, you die and I die. If we succeed, then when you become the Rakshasa God, I'll use the immense Power of Destiny to attain Godhood Position as well."
Bibi Dong: "...Are you planning to create your own Godhood Position?"
"You could say that." Huo Yuhao nodded.
"...To be honest, if you'd traveled here earlier and met me instead of Xiao Xue, perhaps my original fate would have changed too." Bibi Dong sighed softly. The past was too painful to revisit.
Bibi Dong fell silent for a moment, then looked at Huo Yuhao, her eyes shining. "Yuhao, since you can travel through time and space, can you change my fate?"
Huo Yuhao understood the unspoken meaning behind Bibi Dong's words.