Yang Ye had a rough understanding of everything when he heard up to this point.

The living beings of the Four-Dimensional Space, or what the world called destiny, were able to rule the fate of the living beings in the Three-Dimensional Space.

How could figures like the Desolate Emperor be willing to let others rule them and be controlled by others?

Actually, to be a little blunt, it was the control of a supreme living being over an inferior one. Just like few humans ever held any pity toward the ants and plants in this world!

Would anyone find stomping on an ant as something strange?

Of course not!

So, would the so-called destiny in the Four-Dimensional World feel sad upon killing a human? Would they care?

Was anyone willing to be controlled by someone else?

Yang Ye shook his head and restrained his thoughts. It was all too far away for him, and he wasn’t even certain if that so-called destiny still existed!

The Desolate Emperor didn’t say too much about these things and just led Yang Ye upward.

Yang Ye glanced at the surroundings, “Senior, what kind...