There is no god three feet above the head.
Three inches in the center of the palm is the mortal world.
Wang baole raised his head and lowered it again. He stared at the mortal world in the center of his palm. His gaze fell on every corner of the palm print, on every living being.
The entire stone tablet realm was in his eyes. He saw familiar figures. There were his family, his teachers, his lovers, his friends, and those who had once been enemies with him.
He could see their past, and he could also see... the limited future that lay within the stone stele world. In the end, all of that was written in the words of a book.
The words of a book.
Perhaps it wasn’t just the Book of Destiny. Perhaps there was an even larger page of the book.
That wasn’t important. What was important was... that the emotions contained within it contained the memories of his entire life.
