Inside Perching Phoenix Hall, Yun Li finished telling Yun Qing what he had witnessed within the Fate Formation Disc.
He spoke very slowly, every word seeming to have been dredged from an ice cavern, carrying a bone-piercing chill.
"Those scenes were very hazy, broken and scattered, but I could feel that they were one possible 'future.'" Yun Li raised his head and looked at Yun Qing, confusion and a barely perceptible plea for help in his eyes. "Elder brother, what exactly do these heavenly secret fragments mean? Are those events destined to happen, or... can they be changed?"
Yun Qing listened quietly, his expression growing slightly grave. He did not answer immediately, but rose and paced over to the window, gazing at the surging Sea of Clouds outside the hall, where the Immortal Mountains stood like islands.
"The Heavenly Dao is boundless, and fate is like a river." Yun Qing spoke slowly, his voice carrying the calm detachment of someone who understood the ways of the world. "These so-called revelations of heavenly secrets are not a verdict declaring a fixed ending. They are more like... a warning, a projection of the abyss you are most likely to slide into amid the interwoven threads of countless causes and effects. They tell you that, if you follow the present course and remain on the old track, a precipice ten thousand fathoms deep may await you."
He turned, his double pupils settling on Yun Li. "But they never say that the precipice cannot be avoided. The river of fate branches into a thousand channels and a hundred currents. A single difference in thought can lead to an entirely different riverbed. What you saw was a possibility, not an inevitability. What matters is which path you choose after seeing it."
Yun Li's eyes brightened