The old monk's eyes revealed an expression of admiration.
"I, an old monk, have been sitting in hell, and I have already passed thirteen cycles of destruction." Upon hearing these words, Xiao Qiang was even more shaken. The cycle of decay and renewal of heaven and earth, from destruction to reincarnation, involves countless ages, indescribable in terms of time. Yet, this old monk before him had gone through thirteen cycles of destruction!
"When you mentioned the fate changer earlier, you almost said there was once a success, does that mean someone indeed succeeded in changing their fate?" This was the question Xiao Qiang was most concerned about! Initially, he had no illusions about changing fate, always pessimistic, believing he was merely an observer of history, witnessing the catastrophe of destruction. But if there had indeed been a fate changer who succeeded, wouldn't that mean he indeed had hope?
