A Fate-less Person could evade Fate's attacks, but the price was that they could no longer have any attachments or lingering affections. Every figure reflected in their Soulfire would become an opening for Fate to attack.
Gao Ming had hollowed out his own heart and abandoned his flesh before he could sever every thread of destiny. Fate had no hold over him, but that also meant there was no one left in the world who truly held him in their heart.
Liu Yi and Situ An were both destined to exist, strands in the web Fate had woven for Gao Ming. But Xuan Wen was different. Her appearance had been part of no one's plans. Bringing Gao Ming out of the Tunnel had originally been nothing more than a task assigned by Fake Number Zero. She had been an insignificant link in the chain, an instrument of Fake Number Zero's malicious surveillance.
But as the cycles began, Gao Ming changed with every repetition, and she, too, sank ever deeper.
Xuan Wen had always wanted Gao Ming to forget her existence. Unfortunately, that promise he had made to her was probably one he could never fulfill.
Seeing Xuan Wen's figure appear in Fate's eye, Gao Ming dared not hesitate for even a moment. His physical body had been destroyed, and the Grotesques and Rotting Rules had become seeds. All he could use was Hanhai Blood City's most fundamental power—the Dream Rules, which lay beyond Fate's control.
Having taken in the dreams the Fate Masters had accumulated over endless ages and fused every Dream Mark in the Endless Mortal Worlds and the Deep World, Gao Ming was like a sharp sword embodying the whole world's fantasies, thrust at cold reality.
Every dream pattern blazed with brilliant flames. They were the wildest, most