The blurry golden figure sat in the vast white light mist, making the golden figure more and more blurry and difficult to see.

However, the only thing that can be known is that in the blur is a vague humanoid light and shadow.

He slowly turned his head, and two beams of colorful light that were enough to disillusion the stars pierced into my eyes, and I saw his eyes, and all things in heaven and earth were born and died in the opening and closing of his eyes: "I have many names, and some people call me fate, God, Buddha, heaven, law, and destiny. However, my favorite is the word fate, so you can call me fate. ”

"Then please tell me the fate of time, fate." An inexplicable brown halo figure faintly spoke to the figure sitting in the path called fate, as if he had existed for eternity and had sat for eternity.

"Time has no fate, and time and destiny exist because of the needs of the Tao."

"Time and destiny must exist, but what is the purpose of our existence."

"Bet?"

"Yes, but first, we need to find a successor."

"Yes, tell the world the Tao."

"Yes, what's your name?" A round of brown roulette in the eyes of the brown phantom slowly turned, and the endless runes seemed to be engraved on it like a knife, and the next moment, as if it did not exist, giving people the five senses of bubbles, looking at me lightly, as if it was eternally so, and those eyes were eternally looking at me like this.