The fortune-teller Liu Xuanji burned his book of fates. At the moment the flames consumed his life, he had already calculated the Heavenly Dao of his world.
"All fates are one fate!"
The historian Chen Mo exhausted a lifetime exploring the truth. In the end, amid the interplay of starlight and candlelight, he saw everything—understanding that all historical outcomes revolve within the same wheel.
"Every person who tries to grasp history's trajectory ultimately becomes part of that trajectory."
Not only them. Under the illusions woven by the God of Pain, Xu Qing experienced countless lives—scholar, high official, commoner, beggar—each, at some pivotal moment, arriving at the same realization through different means and serendipities.
Until finally, the most extraordinary version—the painter—spoke the ultimate truth with a sigh:
"Return to One isn't just about space—but time."
He, too, met another version of himself across spacetime.
