So, what exactly is destiny?
Every Immortal Venerate observes their own destiny, seeking fortune and avoiding disaster.
They're even so rational, so emotional, that they abandon their own personal feelings.
Every Immortal Venerate makes choices like a machine, rationally, weighing gains and losses through divination...
When these era-starpoints of absolute rationality gather like mist and cloud, what sort of civilizational tide will they form?
Ning Zheng suddenly felt that this Immortal Realm was running philosophical schools too.
Same route as the Nine-State line of "how do I know this moment is the real me."
Relying on destiny here, the choices one makes for oneself—are they truly one's own heart of hearts? Is one, too, just another Embers shell following "logic"?
Will these Immortal Venerates who rely on divination one day start doubting themselves, give up divination, and shout, "how do I know this moment is the real me?"
Too philosophical.
Too abstruse.
Of course.
