The first time, he died protecting all living beings, his soul scattered into oblivion.
The ninth time, his Dao companion pierced his heart with a sword, but he glimpsed the truth of the world: the fate patterns between every being’s brows were all offshoots of the Chaos Green Lotus.
The so-called ascension was nothing more than a signal that the Chaos Green Lotus was about to devour the Heavenly Dao.
In his tenth life, an old, tattered book appeared in his mind. With a lift of his hand, he could alter the fate patterns of all beings; with a stroke of his pen, he could sever the karmic ties binding the myriad heavens.
“Change one person’s fate, and all living beings face calamity; sever one thread of cause and effect, and countless bones lie in ruin.”
