Fang Yuan's consciousness slowly sank deeper and deeper into the Tianxun Realm.
And the moment when the partial control obtained by the system settled into his soul, the entire world changed before his eyes.
No... perhaps it had always been this way.
He simply lacked the ability to perceive it before.
Countless threads filled his vision.
Thin, faint and transparent.
They connected mountains to rivers, rivers to beasts, beasts to mortals, mortals to fate itself.
Every living thing possessed them.
Even the wind carried strands invisible to ordinary eyes.
Fang Yuan silently watched as millions upon millions of threads intertwined across the realm like an endless heavenly web.
A deer drinking water beside a river.
A cultivator meditating within a cave.
A falling leaf drifting toward the ground.
All of them connected, all of them moving toward something.
Toward outcomes.
Toward inevitable endings.
Yet the threads themselves were fragile.
Too fragile.
