Elsewhere, when someone shattered the countercurrent of their own fate and gained freedom from then on, no longer bound by this world's power of destiny.
An entire world, countless powerful beings, became aware of it.
Such things had once been fairly common. But later, as the Seed of Fate that had come from beyond the heavens flourished, fewer and fewer were able to achieve it. Changing one's fate and shattering one's fate were two entirely different concepts.
Those who understood fate could make minor revisions to their own scripts, but everything still remained within fate's script. They would be subject to all manner of constraints, even becoming muddle-headed at certain crucial junctures. Shattering it, however, meant directly erasing one's own name from the script.
Especially the Eastern world's current strongest, the Empress, and the Western world's supreme overlord, the Steelheart Emperor—their perceptions were the clearest, yet neither took it seriously.
Both had shattered their own fates. Had it happened earlier, the other party might have been able to contend with them over the path ahead; as for who might unify the universe in the future, that would still have been uncertain.
But now, it was too late. These pioneers had nearly filled every available place. There was no longer any seat in this world for latecomers.
One step slow meant every step slow. The grand stage of the future no longer had a chance for the other party to make an appearance.
"So the strange dreams I encountered before were all because of you?"
"And the reason the nightmares stopped some time ago was because you'd exhausted your existence power, and it took you this long to gather it again?!"
Zhao Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the King of Light sitting cross-legged across from him in