The Reverse Scale's light was dim, and cracks covered its surface. Yet Fang Chen could still sense the immense Power of Time within it. The black curse coiling over it writhed and pulsed like a living thing. One glance was enough to make him dizzy, as though his Divine Soul were about to be dragged into disordered time.
"This is a remnant of that Primordial Time Dragon Lizard. In life, it had at least touched the peak of the Sixth Turn. It might even have had one foot in a higher realm."
Yellow Springs Ancient Ancestor's voice was grave. "Its Grudge and unwillingness to die mingled with some unknown, uncanny power and became this Time Curse. My Nether Race used the power of the entire Yellow Springs to suppress it, but we could only slow its spread."
Fang Chen focused his gaze and pushed his Samsara Eye to its limit. In his sight, the Time Curse on the Reverse Scale was no simple black energy. It was woven from countless severed, twisted, knotted threads of time and Fate Residue brimming with venom.
Those threads did more than disrupt time. To some extent, they blurred and twisted every fate connected to it!
As I thought. Severe distortions in time have affected fate.
There may well be traces of Fate Mist Dust here, but most likely it's a variant polluted and twisted by the curse. Gathering it directly would be extremely risky, and it might not even serve my purpose.
He needed purer Fate Mist Dust, something he could use to Deceive Heaven.
"Senior Yellow Springs, apart from this Reverse Scale, are there any places beneath the Yellow Springs—or in the Nether Race's records—where time is exceptionally chaotic or the paths of fate are difficult to discern?"
Fang Chen waited for an