Fu Xuan lowered her head and looked at the teacup in her hands. The tea had already gone cold, but she had no mind to refill it with hot water.
Yao Guang, on the other hand, still wore that carefree smile. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, even humming some unknown tune, but the something hidden deep in those blue eyes did not escape Jiang Lianqiu's notice.
She cared.
The severing of fate did not merely mean that her own destiny could no longer be divined.
It also meant that in every deduction involving fate, she herself had become a question with no possible answer.
To a diviner who had spent her entire life pursuing answers and fixed outcomes, that was the greatest cruelty of all.
Jiang Lianqiu did not bring up fate again.
He simply picked up the Jade Amulet again and went through the analysis Von Noymiau had sent back from beginning to end.
His gaze roved over the densely packed annotations, while one sentence kept turning over and over in his mind.
—"Severing it means a higher-dimensional power intervened."
Von Noymiau was right.
A bubble universe itself did not possess that ability.
Then the question was—
—If it was not the bubble universe, what could it be?
If an external force had acted upon Yao Guang's fate, then the source of that force had to meet two conditions.
First, its level had to be high enough—high enough to touch the very concept of "fate" itself.
Second, it had to have some kind of connection to Yao Guang. Otherwise, its effect would not have landed so precisely on her.
And looking across the entire universe, the person who satisfied both conditions at once—
He could only think of himself.
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His essence anchored reality