Fist of Calamity

Xiao Chen blamed himself deeply. If he had emerged from seclusion sooner, perhaps he could have stopped this tragedy from happening.

"Kid, look on the bright side. You're not a savior—you can't save everyone. At your age, you're already incomparably outstanding!" Qiongqi said.

"That's right. Karma does not lie, and life and death are fated. They cannot be reversed by human power!" Hong Chidao also spoke.

"Is Karmic Power truly invincible?" Xiao Chen asked.

Karma—again, karma.

Everyone had an invisible thread upon them, as though some great figure were manipulating everything.

When one would be born, when one would die, when one would be rich and honored, when one would be poor, when one would suffer, when one would rejoice.

Everything had its destined course.

All living beings were like puppets being manipulated, powerless to break free, able only to endure whatever came their way!

But why?

Why couldn't one's own life be controlled by oneself?

"Karma is a law, an exceedingly, exceedingly lofty law. Even if you stand above the clouds, it is still difficult to glimpse it. If you are strong enough, you may be able to reverse some minor karma. But overturning great karma is far too difficult." Qiongqi said.

"I'm still too weak. This feeling of powerlessness is truly unbearable. One day, I will shatter karma beneath my feet. My fate is mine, not Heaven's!" Xiao Chen secretly swore.

Amid the sea of clouds, he looked down upon the splendid mountains and rivers. Everything was so beautiful, yet when he thought that Great Xia might soon be reduced to a sea of blood by the Blue Moon Clan's invasion, his expression darkened.

"I must stop the Blue Moon Clan. I cannot allow the tragedy of Bear Martial City to happen again and again!" Xiao Chen clenched