"Gods and Immortals were never the sa."
Xu Qing gazed at Purple Green as he spoke calmly. .
"But the mont they abandoned Profound Earth’s path and chose to ascend... their essences beca identical."
"Thus, in the upper star rings, gods and immortals appear different yet share the sa origin."
"So... I will die, and so will you."
"But more than death, I wish to see—at this level—whether your fate runs deeper or my dinsions stretch farther!"
Before his words faded, Xu Qing’s figure had already stepped forward, crossing hundreds of feet in an instant as he charged toward the Purple Green standing outside the hall.
The Purple Green outside the hall watched Xu Qing’s approaching form with cold indifference, remaining silent.
anwhile, the Purple Green inside the hall maintained his gentle deanor, speaking softly as his voice traversed the main thread of fate to echo outside where tributary fates converged:
"Little Brother, what you seek... is also what I seek."
"Destiny... overlaps!"
The mont these words were uttered, the expressionless Purple Green outside raised His right hand and pressed lightly toward the rapidly approaching Xu Qing.
With this motion, the power of fate descended soundlessly, manifesting an indescribable will that rippled around Xu Qing, forming layer upon layer of undulating scenes.
Within those ripples erged countless images of Xu Qing himself—not parallel existences conjured through spaceti manipulation, but tributaries branching from the main river of his fate.
One might say these were infinite possibilities born from life’s natural decay!
Each possibility now materialized as a distinct tableau.
"Ti never truly existed—it’s rely a concept mortals created to asure the decay of themselves and all things."
"Thus, your spaceti... is flawed."
"I do not asure by ti."
The Purple Green inside the hall spoke softly, his voice reaching beyond the walls to disturb the unfolding scenes.
The images teed with contradictions—in so, Xu Qing battled foes;
in others, at that sa juncture of fate, he sat ditating.
So showed his death at certain crossroads of fate, while others depicted him obtaining miraculous opportunities at those very monts.
There were scenes where loved ones faded away, and others where warmth and companionship endured.
This was the overlapping of fates!
Countless mutually exclusive fates now coexisted upon Xu Qing simultaneously.
These interwoven fates manifested around him as fragnted visions, within which his true form grew indistinct—as if being erased. Every movent spawned endless translucent afterimages that birthed new possibilities.
An infinite regression.
It was as though he was living countless lives at once.
In this state, every gesture—even each heartbeat—triggered storms of probability. His fate grew wildly unstable, liable to shift at any mont.
Beyond control!
The main thread of fate was being diluted by tributaries.
The true self was being usurped by other possibilities.
Only his voice remained steady amidst this dissolution:
"I’ve experienced sothing similar before."
"My cultivation was never limited to ti or space alone. The Ordinance I comprehend is..."
"Unification!"
"Ti unified, space unified, spaceti unified, parallels unified—fate... also unified!"
As these words resounded, Xu Qing—now barely visible—raised his right hand.
The essence of his Ordinance Law erupted from his uplifted palm, forming a thread of unification that pierced outward, stringing together every fragnt of fate in an instant—
Then his hand clenched violently!
All surrounding fate fragnts trembled as their contents were forcibly rewritten—each now depicting Xu Qing precisely as he was in this present mont!
These rewritten visions then converged upon him, overlapping seamlessly with his form.
Because every image showed Xu Qing identical to his current self, this convergence didn’t create layered afterimages—but perfect fusion.
His fading form grew increasingly substantial, as though being redrawn with each superimposed fra.
When the final fragnt vanished, the Xu Qing standing there appeared hyper-real—utterly defined!
His voice rang out:
"Descend!"
With this utterance, everything around him transford!
Heaven and earth roared as ink-wash tones erupted from Xu Qing’s position—his Ordinance Law spreading outward like spilled pignt, staining reality itself!
The imperial palace, the capital city, the entire Sky Devouring Region—in this instant, as Xu Qing’s form clarified, all underwent drastic simplification.
The concept of height was stripped away;
three-dinsional existence flattened. Everything beca brushstrokes on a scroll in the blink of an eye.
This was... dinsional reduction!
Even the great hall and the cold-faced Purple Green outside were absorbed into the painting—
Leaving Xu Qing as the only splash of color standing upon the ink-wash landscape!
His right foot lifted like a displacing sky, descending toward the painted palace below.
This was another manifestation of Xu Qing’s Ordinance.
As his foot began its descent, the Purple Green before the hall in the painting looked up at the looming shadow that had replaced the heavens and spoke icily:
"In Peerless City, you died the first ti—your lifespan was seven!"
With these words, Purple Green’s left eye reflected young Xu Qing’s form from Peerless City—
That image shattered instantly into seven silver threads materializing in the air.
Each thread represented one year.
"In Seven Blood Eyes, you encountered multiple transformations—five opportunities!"
The second proclamation echoed as Purple Green’s right eye projected Xu Qing’s experiences in Seven Blood Eyes, from which five golden butterflies erged.
Each butterfly symbolized a pivotal mont!
"When the Empress altered fate, you died the second ti—two calamities!"
With the third statent, a scene materialized in the void before Purple Green—Xu Qing’s death in the human imperial capital.
From that mont, two black chains flew forth!
"Today, I shall weave your years into silver threads, mold your opportunities into golden butterflies, and forge your calamities into death’s iron shackles—forming your Fate Butterfly..."
The images intertwined as silver, gold and black rged—forming a tri-colored butterfly!
Its ergence sent ripples through the ink-wash painting like wrinkles forming on parchnt!
As the butterfly’s wings spread, color radiated outward, suffusing the monochro landscape with vibrancy!
Then the butterfly shot skyward—
lting the painted world in its wake, it soared higher until finally breaching the boundaries of the ink-wash realm!
The mont it erged, cracks spread across the entire painting.
The tri-colored butterfly then multiplied endlessly, a swarm darkening the skies as they all surged toward Xu Qing!
In Xu Qing’s perception, each butterfly felt intimately connected to him—as though every one was a version of himself!
Simultaneously, as the ink-wash painting crumbled, the Purple Green’s voice resonated from within the hall:
"With your Fate Butterflies, I forge your Cage of Fate!"
"Imprison!"
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