The word "fate" always carried an air of unreality.
Formless and intangible.
It was said that the ultimate Supernatural Powers could seize fate like a thread and tug at cause and effect. But for the countless people of the world, much of the time, there was nothing they could do but resign themselves to fate.
Lin Zhengren did not believe in "fate." He believed only in himself.
For example...
If he had not fought so hard and risked his life to set the trap, how could he have entered the Yellow Millet Secret Realm?
It was one of the secret realms belonging to the Daoist Sect. So many Dao-Subordinate Kingdoms were waiting for their share, each fighting tooth and nail. If the Zhuang Kingdom had not won the Zhuang-Yong War and rapidly expanded its national power, it could never have been allocated a spot.
And if Zhu Weiwu had not betrayed his country, how could that spot have gone to him?
If anyone had a claim to "fate," it should have been Zhu Weiwu.
But in the end, what he, Lin Zhengren, had received was his rightful share.
So "fate" was just a bully that preyed on the weak. Whoever managed to seize it, owned it.
This time, State Chancellor Du Ruhui had personally brought him to participate in the Yellow River Assembly, which undoubtedly showed how much the Zhuang Court valued it.
Having just won the Zhuang-Yong War, the Zhuang Emperor urgently needed to prove the Zhuang Kingdom's potential at the Yellow River Assembly. That potential was worth more support from Yujing Mountain and a greater allocation of resources from the Jing Kingdom.
The Zhuang Kingdom had sent no one to the Outer Tower Arena or the Under-30 Unlimited Arena.
It simply had no prodigies qualified to participate. There