When Gao Ming finished reading the last line, he suddenly understood the look Gao Yun had given him, a look of immense complexity mingled with pity and sympathy.
All the tributaries of fate flowed into Hanhai in the Deep World. At least the childhood memories of Hanhai's Gao Yun were real. At least he was not lost in the same confusion as Gao Ming.
Having accomplished everything, Gao Ming could no longer find the road he had come by. He did not remember which past belonged to him. He could not even find his own name.
"If I can't find it, so be it. All the tributaries of fate have converged in me, so their parents are my parents too."
Perhaps he had believed that from the very beginning. That was why reading those final words and reminders in "Home" had stirred such violent emotions in Gao Ming.
He carefully put away the battered notebook. Just as he was about to place it inside the Execution House, he suddenly noticed that one of its lines had vanished, as though it had never been there.
His head snapped up. Gao Ming saw another reminder, written in blood on the wall, disappear. Only dry, cracked plaster remained.
"The messages my parents left are disappearing?"
Information that already existed in the present was inexplicably being erased, as though it had never existed at all.
"Some power is erasing them from the river of time in the past! It's Fate!"
As far as Gao Ming knew, Fate's attacks could neither be seen nor touched. Only Fate possessed the ability to silently alter the fate of everything.
"When Hanhai Blood City descended, Fate discovered me holding up the heart. It couldn't find the traces or threads of my fate, so it started with the people