Pangu's Creation Record hung in the air, concealing Flower Fruit Mountain within it.
It vanished completely from the Journey to the West World. As for the four great continents, Ye Zhuo allowed them to develop as they pleased. The more complete the Three Realms became, the more perfect the Heavenly Dao would be.
All sound faded from his ears.
Then came that familiar sense of imagery once more.
As usual, three questions surfaced in Ye Zhuo's mind.
"Who am I, where am I, and what am I supposed to do?"
After his doubts subsided, he sensed an entirely new template.
Only then did Ye Zhuo slowly open his eyes. He was meditating alone in a cave in a desolate wilderness.
The cave abode was rich in spiritual energy and filled with numerous restrictions, while divine abilities outside concealed its aura.
He wore a plain black Daoist robe. A constantly rotating ring hovered behind him, radiating an eerie aura, while an Ouroboros stood guard for Ye Zhuo within the cave abode.
He glanced at his backpack and found a small tree bearing quite a few fruits.
Once it was placed inside the cave abode, it emitted a faint aura.
Eating one fruit would grant twelve yuanhui of life.
Eating three would transform one's body and awaken one's bloodline.
Eating ten would allow one to escape predetermined fate and become an anomaly.
There were thirty-two fruits in total, and one would grow every ten yuanhui.
More importantly, Destiny Daoist could not be deduced or discovered by anyone else.
"Destiny of Fate Dao? Strange, truly strange. This is indeed not Destiny, yet Destiny of Fate has many connections to it."
Ye Zhuo let out a quiet sigh.
If the system's previous purpose had been to bring Ye Zhuo ever closer to Pangu,