Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 1197 - 512: Redemption (Part 2)

"You’re right, it really does resemble that."

"After all, destiny is the world’s best weapon, so its reckoning naturally leaves similar traces."

"The collapse of the flesh, the withdrawal of the Law, these are merely appearances."

"And the Titans collapsing, reckoning their inheritance before their demise, that’s the true reason."

"Inher...itance...?"

"Yes."

An enigmatic expression flashed through his eyes as Laine gestured with his hand.

"Come, head this way." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Soon... you will understand what I mean."

Since arriving at this fragment of the realm, Laine had not disclosed his purpose, and the two never entered any large gathering places.

But this time, he led Clotho toward a remote little village.

Here, about a hundred people gathered together.

But at the center of this village, perhaps because it was too small, so small that when the world was still intact and normal, even its Laru seemed weak and desolate.

Thus, compared to other towns and even cities, the ’Pure Land’ here teetered on the brink of destruction, its power to alleviate and suppress the ’illness’ had waned, even showing signs of failure.

"Why is this?"

"Why have they become like this, losing their very essence, reduced to worthless admixtures?"

"Even if the world is destroyed and all things dissolve, shouldn’t those powerless to do anything simply find somewhere else to survive?"

"Yet these traces, and this ’illness’... I don’t know why, but they seem oddly familiar..."

A few more days passed, wandering through the wilderness, the old soldier he once met was no longer there.

Along the way, Clotho encountered many similar instances.

Old scholars, the severely injured beyond healing, and middle-aged men with short legs... all manner of people flashed by.

Of course, witnessing all this, the Goddess of Fate felt neither mercy nor empathy.

This wasn’t because her heart was particularly ruthless or cold, but because she had long become accustomed to facing death.

As the Goddess of Fate, seeing their lives and knowing their deaths was a basic capability.

If the path of Chaos hadn’t been disrupted, even the future of Deities couldn’t escape their gaze.

So for Clotho, death and suffering were entirely normal events; after all, amidst the countless destinies of countless beings, they were integral parts.

Hence, over the past few days, the only things that truly moved her were those beneath the surface.

For instance, these strange ’illnesses’, and the familiar feeling that watching these surviving beings stirred in her heart.

"What does it resemble?"

"It’s like... how my sister suffered the backlash of fate, yet not quite the same."

Trying hard to recall, until a spark of insight flashed in her mind.

Although they seemed different, fundamentally, that familiar feeling seemed to stem from this.

Involuntarily covering her mouth, Clotho was startled by her own speculation. She shook her head quickly, trying to dispel this completely irrational hypothesis.

Impossible, this can’t be real. How could mortals bear the Poison of Destiny, what an absurd assumption.

Yet in the next moment, beside her, Laine slowly nodded, affirming this wild imagination.