He still could not make out which ancient language the runic markings on the Fate Little Snake's scales belonged to.
But at this moment, Lin Tian could already sense the power of fate, mysterious beyond mystery and wondrous beyond measure.
At the same time, Lin Tian felt as though he had gained control over a portion of his own authority.
"Devoured a strand of fate origin. Evolution points increased by 910,000." "Devoured a strand of fate origin. Evolution points increased by 920,000." "Devoured a strand of fate origin. Evolution points increased by 930,000." ... "Refined a strand of fate origin. Evolution points increased by 1,600,000."
"Holy shit... I clearly already had fate origin, so how the hell did I just devour and refine this strand of fate origin again?!"
When the system notifications rang out in Lin Tian's Sea of Consciousness.
Lin Tian was so stunned that he was at a loss for words.
After all, he had previously discovered fate origin among his various origin laws.
For nearly a million years, he had firmly believed that, although he had not devoured and refined the Fate Little Snake, he had definitely succeeded in refining the strand of fate origin it possessed!
But at this moment.
When the system notifications rang out in his Sea of Consciousness.
He immediately realized.
The Fate Origin law that he had previously seen, or believed already belonged to him, did not actually exist!
Instead, fate had deceived every one of his senses!
Only now.
Did Lin Tian truly experience what it meant to be deceived by fate!
What shocked him even more was that, throughout these nearly one million years, he had never once attempted to devour and refine this strand of fate origin. In fact, every time the idea of devouring and