Fate

Destiny is a tree, branches are branches; one thought is a branch, and one branch is a world. Ten thousand ways lead to the heavens, all phenomena arise and pass away, and all sentient beings are given rise to infinite variables. In the Dome of Ten Thousand Lights, the path of star evolution burns all over the sky. Billions of geniuses compete for immortality. Their bodies turn into stars, and their minds turn into universes, all following the light. Mo Yan came from the mortal world, but when he set foot in this realm, he was burdened with the quality of annihilation. His energy affinity was negative, the starlight was far away, and his energy was dispersed. It was a dead end from the beginning. He prefers mathematics as the basis and astronomy as the guide. He forges the blade with rationality, ignites the spark in the end, swallows the disorder, seizes the turbulence of entropy increase, turns the power of the end of the universe into his own keel, and embarks on his own return journey on the road of stellar evolution: [Spark] → [Dawn] → [Enlightenment] → [Divine Chain] → [Illusion Sea]. Stepping into the multiverse to cut off countless branches of "self", the bifurcation of time reshapes the trajectory of civilization's existence. When fantasy shadows appear at the end of science fiction, and the end point of calculation touches the mysterious restricted area, under the vast starry dome, the ruins of the Immortal Cultivation Sect loom, the whispers of the secret book of mantras linger, and behind the scenes of the ups and downs of the world, invisible hands are fiddling with fate. The meaning in the soul is vaguely consistent with the final state of the road ahead. Even in the depths of spiritual consciousness, there seems to be an indescribable incompleteness hidden in it, like a light mist. Your desperate struggle to fight with all your strength is just a chess piece casually dropped by higher-dimensional beings; the fate-defying counterattack in the eyes of the world is just the prelude to the game among the heavens. Chess pieces, when will they notice the existence of the chessboard? And when you start to wonder if you are also a pawn, the game really begins. ——Welcome to "Mingzhi"