Dao Ancestor Hongjun wore a solemn expression. "The claim that Emperor Pangu opened up the Primordial World is a lie."
"Everything was instigated by Fate."
"The creation of the Primordial World was determined by Fate."
"Fate is the source of it all."
Hearing his words, Daochen was dumbstruck.
"How is that possible?"
But then he thought of what he had experienced within history.
Suddenly, he understood.
"Perhaps it really is possible."
Why had Pangu opened heaven and earth? Had he really been bored with nothing to do?
He had known he would die, yet had pressed on without hesitation.
Had he truly lived too long and grown too lonely?
How steadfast must the mind of such a mighty being have been? How could loneliness alone have driven him to do such a thing?
Although Daochen could see no traces of Fate,
none of it could be explained through ordinary reasoning.
Daochen wondered how Fate had managed to accomplish all of this.
It was utterly incomprehensible.
"Father God Pangu's soul was not completely annihilated at first. He once drifted through the world, searching for the true culprit, but everything was utterly traceless. He could not detect the one behind it all."
"But he understood perfectly well that his death was predestined, that the creation of the Primordial World was predestined, that everything was predestined. Yet he refused to accept it. Why had he been chosen? Why did he have to be the one to do this?"
"He left behind a chess piece: me, the Heavenly Dao."
"Originally, my purpose was to find Fate."
"But countless years passed without a single trace, until even I gave up."
"Only later did I think of using Dao Ancestor Hongjun as a puppet so that I could take form. This gave Fate inspiration."
"Afterward, Fate