The man could not help but laugh when he saw Lynn staring at him like that.
"There are many branches in the river of fate. In some, you died, killed by Morpheus."
"In others, you narrowly escaped disaster, only to ultimately stall at the third circle."
"Only in a few branches did you survive, achieve a Stigma, and climb to greater heights."
"And the heart of the Starry Sky Behemoth was the key."
The man's finger paused.
"Of all the branches we observed, you were the only one capable of leading the Wizard World through this calamity."
Lynn fell silent for several breaths, digesting the information.
He did not fully believe what this man said about the branches of the river of fate.
Being killed by Morpheus was possible, but with his talent and his cheat, if he truly managed to escape by luck, how could he possibly stall at the third circle?
Even if he could not reach True Spirit, he would at least become a Stigma. He was not a stubborn fool like Gregor, obsessing over the "Myriad Phenomena" Stigma for his entire life. Unaware of Lynn's thoughts, the man continued.
"The second reason is your Myriad Phenomena Stigma." The man leaned forward slightly.
"The Fate-Reversal Sect has always sought concrete proof that fate can be changed."
"We observe fate, intervene in fate, and try to change fate, but we have no irrefutable evidence proving that fate can truly be changed."
"The traditionalists say that everything we do is part of fate's script. We cannot refute them."
He pointed at Lynn's chest.
"Your Myriad Phenomena Stigma is that irrefutable evidence. Three thousand rules fused together, Fleshly Sainthood, rising from apprentice to Stigma in less than twenty years—this is a miracle!
"Fate never wrote such a script for you.