The Empress stood before the enormous bookshelf.
A vast blizzard swept through every corner of the pavilion. The Furnace Divine Domain had already expanded, and the snowstorm fell upon Qinglong, seeming to freeze and solidify... yet it never actually reached the surface of his skin.
The snowstorm was blocked outside his body by Qinglong's authority.
It froze, it solidified, it carried a killing chill—
But it could never reach him.
"As expected of a lucky one who has mastered the 'power of fate.'"
With a casual wave of his hand, Qinglong slowly leaned back. Countless flakes of snow were torn apart, and a throne materialized behind him from thin air. He sat upon it in relaxed comfort.
A lucky one.
That was his assessment of Lin Lei.
Having lived for so long, he had witnessed the changes of the Five Continents over the past century. Standing at the highest point naturally allowed him to see the farthest. To grasp an intangible supreme power like "fate," one could only rely on luck.
Qinglong had made many attempts. He, too, had wanted to master "fate," but every attempt had ended in failure.
This was also why Mister Yan had survived until now.
All divinations of the Source Tower had to rely on Mister Yan.
However...
If one could master enough Heart Stream Power, perhaps fate could be controlled artificially. If this world was a net, then sufficiently powerful mental strength could calculate every point where that great net fell—
To perform a divination of fate, the dimension of time also had to be taken into account.
When every point on that great net began to fluctuate, the difficulty of calculating fate increased geometrically.
The moment a glass fell to the ground, everyone knew it would shatter.
But what if time were turned