Unlike the others beside him, Li Jiye felt as though he were an insect trapped in amber. Every thought, emotion, and movement no longer obeyed his own will.
Faced with this special treatment of being "watched," even "observed," he could not muster the slightest thought that could be called "resistance."
Everything seemed only natural.
How could a person resist an existence as vast as the heavens and cosmos—something with no tangible form, yet faintly shrouding all things?
—That was "Fate."
If the mortal world was a vast sea, a great net, then within that web woven from infinite mass and countless threads, there were certain things that, through absolute weight, became "centers." With every breath and every thought, they could tug at all phenomena at will, even break free from the net itself—"Black Holes"—
United with it, yet transcending it! Vast in scope, immense in expanse; supreme in authority, overwhelming in weight!
Such things could be called the Dao. They could be called gods!
Even if one threw a fist at the sky, the courage might be commendable, but one would still be no more than an ant, inviting only laughter.
Much less now. Under that gaze alone, he already felt as though he were about to shatter.
Not death, but an "end" even more absolute than death itself. From body to consciousness, from past to future, from his awareness of himself as the person "Li Jiye" to the endpoint of everything he had ever personally experienced—it was all faintly beginning to emerge—
It made him tremble uncontrollably.
Yet at this moment, there was still a hidden "trace," as though it lurked within the spirit of this body while also remaining a stray influence that had always existed beyond it. Under all these "gazes," it surfaced without the slightest restraint,