"Fate was snatched from a witch's body?" Li Huowang repeated the words of the long-haired Emperor in his mind.
According to his explanation, it was because of this fate that heaven and earth came into being.
But this witch—what exactly was it? Li Huowang couldn't make sense of it.
However, this time, Li Huowang didn't just brush it off. He knew there might be some truth hidden in these legends, even if they were twisted, and that he had to consider them carefully. Perhaps, just like other myths, a fragment of truth lay buried within.
After pondering for a while, Li Huowang felt this "fate" was most likely the Hours. After all, if there were no Hours, this place might be just like Da Qi—teetering on the brink of collapse at any moment.
