Within the Eternal Gate, darkness stretched endlessly. Andrew Han looked up at Wade Wu II, a cultivator at the peak of the Cosmic Eternal Realm who practiced the art of sealing and sacrificing celestial bodies. His master was none other than Supreme Ever-Extinction, who presided over the entrance of the Archaic Hall.
"Some say,"
"Fate is the excuse of the weak, luck is the modesty of the strong."
Wade Wu II, his black robe trailing, lowered his head and blinked. "Andrew Han, what do you think of this?"
Excuse? Modesty? Andrew Han nodded, then began to shake his head.
From his own perspective, upon reflection and analysis, he actually disagreed with both. Yet at certain times, the statement felt accurate—weaklings have the right to refuse, while the strong have the power to stand up and refuse.
"I think that's too extreme."
Andrew Han raised his arm, pondering aloud: "Besides, fate has always been so elusive. Perhaps it can't be controlled, perhaps it can't be changed at all. In the end, those who try to overturn their destiny will discover that this, too, is fate's arrangement."
In his view, fate was predetermined.
Any future trajectory that could be changed was merely a minor fluctuation permitted by fate—it was never truly escaped.
In short.
It seems that people or things that have changed were only permitted by fate to change, or were already destined to do so. Life simply overthinks it.
Just like the people of ancient kingdoms—the interstellar network information they see is only what the royal family wants them to see. The so-called truth is often held by the few; it’s nothing but unequal, obscured information.
With two crisp claps, Wade Wu II applauded and explained cheerfully, "That can’t be helped. For the ancient royal families to maintain stability and peace in their territories, they’ll do anything—even create illusions. But let’s not discuss that today."
About fate.
I can tell you this with full responsibility.
At this, Wade Wu II paused slightly and took a deep breath.
Fate is predetermined!
It cannot be changed or escaped; the past, present, and future have long been fixed! The fate of all beings is like countless winding, unbroken lines—each line’s start, middle, and end are all set.
That is the truth.