With the Book of Fate in hand, the Blood-Clad Man's gaze turned feverish and bright.
No one knew that throughout the ages he had been trapped here, all he had waited for was for the Book of Fate to appear once more.
For only the Book of Fate could allow him to truly become the sovereign of "tribulation"!
From a pitiful wretch exiled by fate during the Primordial Era, he could soar in a single leap to become... a Fate Official!
The years flowed on, far too long.
And waiting itself was a kind of torment.
Much less waiting for an opportunity for the Book of Fate to appear—it was undoubtedly far too difficult.
Such an opportunity was even slimmer than a cultivator breaking free of fate's shackles and reaching the other shore!
Countless times, the Blood-Clad Man had been utterly disheartened and considered giving up, for it was too painful, too torturous.
Yet perhaps Heaven had finally opened its eyes. Just as his obsession with the Book of Fate was about to be worn away entirely, that slender thread of opportunity appeared!
No one knew that when he first learned this news, what filled his heart was not delight.
It was fear!
He worried it was false!
He feared that even if this opportunity arrived, he would be unable to seize it.
Because of this, he was plagued by gains and losses, unable to sit or lie still.
Even just now, when he witnessed Su Yi bring forth the Book of Fate, a trace of worry still lingered in his heart.
He worried that unforeseen changes would arise, worried that all his waiting would ultimately come to nothing.
Fortunately.
No accident occurred!
That sword cultivator called Su Yi was not only weak, but his control over the Book of