"There's no need to agonize or be confused. Fate's corpse looks different to everyone, because Fate was never unchanging to begin with." Han Fei seemed to notice Gao Ming's confusion and said softly, "What you see is actually a version of yourself formed from your lifetime of memories and experiences."
"But I just see myself?" Gao Ming did not know how to describe it. The self he saw did not seem quite the same as the one Han Fei described.
While Gao Ming was still thinking, those three beings, who ranked among the very strongest of the Unknowables, began moving the true Fate's corpse farther. Their destination was the passage at the center of Xinhu Blood City.
Gao Ming still did not know what use Fate's corpse had. Hanhai had never had any Unknowables before, and Delirium was the only thing of value they could use, so he knew little about the other Blood Cities' plans.
Judging by the situation, the Central Blood City and Xinhu Blood City had paid an enormous price not to claim Fate's corpse for themselves, but for some other purpose.
The Blood Gate shattered, and the Blood Sea collapsed. Pushed by chains, black hair, and Mad Laughter, the true Fate's corpse blocked the passage within Xinhu Blood City.
The curtain of night over the Deep World had turned completely red. Every star embedded in it slowly blinked, becoming a pale, sacred eyeball. With pity and indifference, they gazed at the vermin on the ground, at the evil ghosts looking up from the filthy mire.
The Deep World was where the Endless Mortal Worlds dumped despair and forgotten memories. Everything people were unwilling to remember or face was thrown here, and people and things that defied fate were buried here as well.
Some were born to