Therefore, when Xu Zimo comprehended the Rule of Fate,
he had to grasp its crucial essence.
What was fate?
It was intimately connected to everyone, yet difficult to put into words.
Fate involved every person's entire life.
It even involved the interactions and connections between people.
A person was both an independent individual and part of a collective.
For example, when you met someone, whether that person was good or bad, they were very likely to change your fate.
Every decision and choice you made would change your fate.
Fate was like a towering tree.
From it extended countless branches.
Every branch led to a different ending.
Xu Zimo sat cross-legged. Around him, different Rules of Fate began to condense.
The condensation of rules was not something achieved in a single leap.
They repeatedly swung back and forth between condensation and collapse.
After a rule condensed, if Xu Zimo found it was not what he wanted, he would break it apart again.
Then condense it anew.
Only when the rule truly met his requirements and reached the standard he envisioned would Xu Zimo adopt it.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dao consciousness was completely devoured by Overlord Shadow's consciousness.
Overlord Shadow's consciousness rapidly expanded.
Moreover, for a long period to come, Overlord Shadow would need to digest it.
Yet this was an immense benefit and evolution for him.
After all, throughout all of history, how many weapons had been qualified to devour the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao?
A long while later.
Xu Zimo sensed that, in the unseen depths, he had finally grasped a sliver of fate's opportunity.
This opportunity was like thunder ringing in his ears, like morning bells and evening drums.
His once-parched body seemed to have been immersed in a cool spring in September.
Countless flashes of