Ruins Again

Low-realm prophets could only brush against the ripples on the river's surface, catching vague, fleeting glimpses of individual destinies.

Moreover, observation itself was a slight disturbance to fate, so what they saw was mostly metaphor and fragments, making it difficult to glimpse the whole picture.

Those of higher realms, however, could venture into deeper reaches of the river, observing the rise and fall of civilizations and deducing the birth and extinction of stars.

Yet in doing so, they would also suffer a stronger backlash from the river.

As a result, what they saw and sensed became ever more chaotic and obscure.

In short, this Prophet system was a path of Cultivation that emphasized "knowing" rather than "power."

"Interesting~"

A glint flashed through Zhang Sanxian's eyes, and with a single thought, he learned every skill on this Thumbelina's personal interface completely.

Then, he raised them all to the pinnacle of Level 5.

Boom!

In an instant, an unprecedented and strange sensation exploded within the deepest depths of his consciousness.

In that moment, the surrounding universe seemed to shed an invisible veil.

A majestic river, impossible to accurately describe in human language, abruptly yet eternally stretched across Zhang Sanxian's sight.

This river had neither form nor substance; it was neither water nor light. It seemed woven from endless information, choices, possibilities, and Causality.

It surged in from every direction, yet also swept grandly toward every direction.

It filled every inch of space throughout the universe, running through every moment from ancient times to the present.

"This is—"

Zhang Sanxian stared fixedly at the great river and murmured, "the River of Fate?"

He slowly raised a hand—or rather, a strand of consciousness—and attempted to touch the colossal river.

And at the instant he touched its surface—

Rumble!

Suddenly, countless chaotic, hazy, shattered image