Lin Yuan stared at the fate threads with neither beginnings nor ends and slowly reached out.
Soon, he touched the first one.
A scene flowed from the thread into Lin Yuan's mind.
It showed him standing above the Nether River, with a full hourglass before him.
"Take me back to the Heavenly Gate," Lin Yuan heard himself say in the scene.
This was the moment when he had returned to the Heavenly Gate after the battle at the Nether River.
Something stirred in Lin Yuan's heart. He pointed a finger, and a strand of space-time power split off from the seven-colored light within him, carrying his past self through space and time back to the Heavenly Gate.
The next moment, this thread with no beginning attached itself to him, while its other end sank into the tapestry of the world woven by all the fate threads.
This ownerless strand of fate, once lacking cause and effect, now had a reasonable explanation and a place to belong.
Lin Yuan then turned his gaze to the other threads with no beginnings around him.
The struggle against the Great Being's power at the World Tree Heartwood.
Controlling the runes torrent deep within the system.
Bringing himself back on Panlong Star when he had nearly become trapped in the stagnant History Secret Realm...
Scene after scene from the past appeared again.
And this time, every intervention by the Little Box received an explanation.
The one who had truly acted was not some contingency left by the Heavenly Venerable, but Lin Yuan himself.
After accepting the Heavenly Venerable's fate, he could command the space-time power and fate power the Heavenly Venerable had left behind.
The inscriptions on the box were primordial supreme inscriptions, allowing him to easily influence the lower-level inscriptions within the system.
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