In the depths of Mysterious Fog, above the heart-shaped Fragment Land, Pang Jian's expression was distant.
He turned a deaf ear to the requests made by the Stone Eater.
He had long known that Purgatory was a gigantic prison, incarcerating all beings, forcing those born in this world, both humans and the Demon Race, to struggle bitterly in search of a way out.
Yet, he had not anticipated that all the paths he had taken, his past destiny, were actually laced with traces of human manipulation.
Closing his eyes, he felt as if he could sense a Black Phoenix with wings spanning the heavens and earth, coldly observing his every move.
At specific moments, with just a light flutter of its wings, the Black Phoenix could define his life trajectory.
This feeling of having his destiny controlled by someone else was suffocating and deeply frustrating for Pang Jian.
"Even a fallen Sovereign like Him, it's a trifle to alter the fate of a small being," he mused.
