Po Tian couldn't understand why this was happening, why they had failed.
Everything seemed perfectly planned; he had the Life-and-Death Brush and had largely freed himself from the influence of the Heavenly Dao. Why then did this well-devised plan still fail?
Seeing Po Tian's bewildered face, Fen Tian looked up at the sky.
Resisting the Heavenly Dao was possible, just fractionally so, one ten-thousandth of a chance.
When he changed his name to Fen Tian, he believed in this one ten-thousandth of a chance, believed that he could achieve it, even gradually expand this slim possibility. Indeed, he managed to increase the odds, but what good did it do?
The Heavenly Dao, seeking to restore balance, created a Su Mianmian.
Su Mianmian was an uncertainty in their odds, yet, wasn't she also a variable chosen by the Heavenly Dao?
