Across to the Far Side of the Starry Sky

The ancient fishing platform was simple and unadorned, its Dao rhythm naturally formed. Wang Xuan stood upon it as though his feet had taken root, Karma Fishing Rod in hand. The fishing line stretched far away, its hook vanishing into deep space.

The fishing line left no trace and had no form, stirring ripples in fate. The hook bored through time, pierced yin and yang, took no ordinary path, ignored distance, and advanced along the Karma Thread.

Threads of chaotic qi seemed to flow faintly within Wang Xuan's eyes. His Spiritual Heavenly Eye Fully Open, he stared into deep space, trying to see the path of the Karma Fishing Hook.

What did he see? The vastness of time, the immensity of the universe, the birth and death of galaxies, the changing of generations in the mortal world.

In a single breath, it was as though he had waded through the sea of space-time, crossed the myriad forms of the mortal world, and passed through the light within all living beings' hearts.

Was that the path the fishing hook had taken into the distance?

Then, what he sensed was the grandeur of heaven and earth, the formlessness of the Great Dao, the disorder of fate, the lack of rules in karma. Everything became unfathomable.

Wang Xuan held the fishing rod without moving, silently facing Endless Deep Space. The hook sought its path amid disorder and touched karmic results amid lawlessness.

Mechanical Xiao was equally nervous and asked what he was visualizing in his mind.

"The Sky-Veiling Bracelet, the Nurturing Life Furnace, the Immortal Umbrella, the Purple Heaven Dao Integration Sword..." Wang Xuan told it.

He had visualized all those artifacts. Now it depended on which Karma Thread the Karma Fishing Rod would stir.

Only a few breaths had passed, yet Wang