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The concept of fate is unclear to Zhang Fei Xuan, but after all, it is his own Dharma Image, and he can understand it.
It probably also counts as the breath of life.
If one were to calculate fate by the lifespan of a mortal, flowers, grass, bugs, and small creatures naturally have little longevity, but they win in numbers; if one were to let loose and devour a nation's land, the number would be incalculable.
But he dared not.
Everything he experienced in the Chaotic Sea, he remembered it well. Escaping from there, unswayed by the Heavenly Venerates, was purely due to that light.
And that familiar aura...
His senior brother was clearly in the Chaotic Sea!
It was by his senior brother's protection that he escaped this disaster, benefited without accruing karma, purely taking advantage.
But the might of his senior brother naturally penetrated deep into his heart.
