Changing one's fate always came at a terrible price. If one could not bear that price, the calamity would be passed on to close blood relatives or others connected to them.
Gao Ming looked at the Old Lady's torn wrinkles, at her palm pierced by the blade, at the shadow inside her radiating endless malice. "Why make her suffer like this? Why choose me?"
A sigh of regret from his fellow traveler rang out amid the dazzling blade light. The red cord snapped, and the bell fell to the floor. Even as Gao Ming spoke, he had already slashed down. He wanted to kill Lu Zang. He desperately wanted him dead.
The shadow on the Old Lady was split in two before it could speak. Its body began to burn, and Gao Ming grabbed its head. "I was the one who helped you alter your fate. Many people died for it. You should be thanking me." Lu Zang's voice came from the shadow. "I did treat you as a pawn, but you didn't follow my plan either. After all those years of scheming, both Hanhai and Xinhu's Blood Cities should have belonged to me. I would have had the greatest chance of replacing the fate giant tree in the future. Now you've ruined everything."
The shadow head's words seemed to hint at an admission that he was Fake Number Zero. Han Fei had said that Fake Number Zero had fled to the Endless Mortal Worlds. The ghosts of the Deep World would all be rejected by the Endless Mortal Worlds. Only Lu Zang, who had emerged from Dragon-Locking Village, could freely travel between the Endless Mortal Worlds and the Deep World, escaping fate's gaze. "Your greatest enemy now is fate. Don't waste your time on me. If you insist on