Chapter 1289: Convergence of Fate

"Gods and immortals are fundamentally different."

Xu Qing looked at Ziqing and spoke calmly.

"But the moment one abandons walking on the thick earth and chooses to accept the ascent, the essence becomes... the same."

"Therefore, in the Upper Star Ring, gods and immortals appear vastly different, but in reality, they share the same source."

"Hence... I will die, and you will as well."

"But compared to death, I actually want to see more whether, at this level, your fate is deeper or my dimension is more infinite!"

As the voice still echoed, Xu Qing's body took a step, crossing a hundred feet, heading straight for the Ziqing outside the palace hall.

The Ziqing outside the hall kept his gaze on Xu Qing's approaching figure, his expression cold and indifferent, saying nothing.

And behind him, the Ziqing inside the hall remained gentle, speaking softly, sending his voice through the main trunk of fate to echo outside the hall in the tributary of fate.

"Little Brother, what you think is also what I think."

"Fate... superposition!"

The moment the words were spoken, the expressionless Ziqing outside the hall had already raised his right hand, pressing it slightly toward the rapidly approaching Xu Qing.

With this press, the power of fate descended silently, forming a certain indescribable intent that fell around Xu Qing, turning into layers of ripples.

And within those ripples, scenes were formed.

In those scenes, the figures of various Xu Qings were reflected; this was not a parallel created by space-time methods, but... tributaries separated from Xu Qing's main trunk of fate.

It could also be said that these were the countless possibilities that appeared in the natural decay of life!

Every possibility formed a scene at this moment.

"Time itself does not exist; it is merely a concept created by all living beings to calculate the natural decay of themselves and all things."

"Therefore, your space-time has flaws."

"And I do not argue based on space-time."

The Ziqing inside the hall spoke softly.

His voice fell outside the hall, rippling the scenes.

And everything within the scenes was full of contradictions; for instance, in some scenes, Xu Qing was fighting others, while in others, at that same node of fate, Xu Qing was meditating.

Some scenes showed his death in a certain fate, while others showed him obtaining fortune and opportunity under the same fate.

Still other scenes showed the dissipation of friends and family, while in others, there was warm companionship.

This was a superposition of fate!

It caused multiple mutually exclusive fates to exist simultaneously on Xu Qing at this moment.

These fates intersected, manifesting in a fragmented form around Xu Qing.

His true body became blurred within these fragments, as if about to be erased, and every time he moved forward, countless transparent afterimages would split off around him.

These afterimages then turned into new possibilities of fate.

Boundless.

It was as if he were experiencing countless lives at the same time.

In this state, every action of Xu Qing, and even every heartbeat, would trigger a storm of probability; fate became extremely unstable, appearing as if it could be switched at any moment.

Difficult to control!

This was the main fate being mixed with branch fates.

This was the self being usurped by the other-self.

Only his voice, amidst this mixing and usurpation, continued to echo calmly.

"I have experienced a similar scene before."

"And my cultivation is not just about time or space; the Constitution I have realized is..."

"Convergence!"

"Time converges, space converges, space-time converges, parallels converge, fate... also converges!"

The moment Xu Qing's voice was transmitted, he, becoming increasingly ethereal, raised his right hand.

The intent of his Constitution erupted suddenly, spreading from his raised hand, turning into a line of convergence that pierced violently toward the surroundings.

The moment it pierced through all the fragments of fate, connecting them all together...

Xu Qing's right hand gripped fiercely.

All the fragments of fate around him rumbled at this moment, the scenes within them were forcibly changed, and they all actually became him at this very moment!

Afterward, these scenes converged toward Xu Qing, overlapping rapidly with his figure.

Because the Xu Qing in those scenes was exactly the same as him at this moment, this overlapping did not produce double images after superposition, but rather acted like a fusion.

It caused Xu Qing's originally blurred figure to be outlined again and again, becoming more substantial.

Until finally, when all the scenes disappeared, the Xu Qing standing there was exceptionally real and exceptionally clear!

Subsequently, his voice echoed.

"Descend!"

As soon as this voice came out, everything around him changed rapidly!

Accompanied by the rumbling of heaven and earth and a thunderous sound, a layer of ink wash appeared where Xu Qing was!

This ink wash, with Xu Qing as the center, swept up Xu Qing's Constitution and unfolded suddenly toward all directions.

Rendering everything!

Wherever it passed, the imperial palace, the imperial capital, and even this entire Swallowing Heaven Domain, all at this moment, along with Xu Qing's clarity, rapidly regressed!

The concept of height was extracted, the three-dimensional existence was flattened, and everything, in the blink of an eye, became an ink wash painting.

This was... dimensional reduction!

It also included that imperial palace hall, as well as the cold-faced Prince Ziqing outside the hall.

All became part of the painting!

Only Xu Qing was the sole color in the world, standing on this ink wash painting!

His right foot lifted, as if replacing the firmament, and he stepped toward the imperial palace hall within the ink wash painting.

This was precisely another manifestation of Xu Qing's own Constitution.

And the moment his lifted foot fell, Prince Ziqing, who was in front of the hall within the ink wash painting, raised his head, looking at the black shadow within his world that seemed to have replaced the firmament.

He spoke coldly.

"At Wushuang City, you died for the first time; your lifespan was seven!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Prince Ziqing's left eye revealed the figure of the child Xu Qing in Wushuang City back then.

That figure shattered instantly, becoming seven silver threads that manifested.

Each one represented one year.

"In Seven Blood Eyes, you experienced many fortunes; your opportunities were five!"

The second sentence echoed, and Prince Ziqing's right eye reflected scene after scene of Xu Qing in Seven Blood Eyes, after which five golden butterflies flew out from within.

Each one represented one opportunity!

"The Empress changed your fate; you died for the second time; your calamity was two!"

The moment this third sentence was transmitted, in front of Prince Ziqing, a scene condensed in the void; that scene was precisely the moment Xu Qing died in the Human Imperial Capital back then.

The moment he died within it, two black chains flew out from inside!

"Today, I weave silver threads with your lifespan, knead opportunities into golden butterflies, and forge death chains with calamities, to transform your fate butterfly..."

The scenes intertwined, and the three colors of gold, silver, and black overlapped rapidly, forming a three-colored butterfly!

Once this butterfly appeared, the entire ink wash painting rippled, as if the scroll were wrinkling!

And following the flapping of the three-colored butterfly's wings, colors immediately spread from it toward the entire ink wash painting!

It made the ink wash painting no longer monotonous, and it seemed to give the ink wash painting vitality!

Afterward, this butterfly charged violently, heading straight for the firmament!

Wherever it passed, the scenes melted; it flew higher and higher, and finally, it actually broke through the world of the ink wash painting!

It charged out toward the outside.

The moment it appeared outside the painting, the entire ink wash painting began to shatter.

And that three-colored butterfly, with a flicker, split into countless numbers, covering the sky and earth, all pouncing toward Xu Qing!

Each one, in Xu Qing's perception, was actually closely related to himself, as if... each one was himself!

At the same time, following the collapse of the ink wash painting, the voice of Ziqing inside the hall echoed.

"With your fate butterfly, I form your fate cage!"

"Imprison!" ===== CHAPTER 1292 =====