Sword Xin, Transcending!

Destined World, Year 3348.

The entire civilization had reached unprecedented prosperity. Alongside the development of the seven systems of Fate Numbers, new technologies emerged one after another.

The world's history once again arrived at a massive turning point.

They had begun to fully harness the ethereal power of destiny, creating an age of favorable weather and bumper harvests, forcibly using destiny to benefit the present world.

God said: "Rice is planted in autumn and harvested in winter."

Thus, entirely new mutant rice appeared.

At first, there were four harvests a year, one in each season. Later, rice ears matured in just a dozen days, and all kinds of strange mutations appeared.

For example, what grew on the rice ears were not grains, but sweet pink fruits.

This was the formal emergence of the Destiny Spirit Farmer.

Randomly cultivated superior mutant plants were turned into fixed strains. Spirit farming was no longer a profession that depended on luck.

Farming had once meant relying on one's looks to earn a living. Now, farmers no longer needed to rely on the heavens, because their heaven was the Night Emperor.

God said: "Domestic pigs may rival elephants."

As a result, domestic pigs happened to mutate. They began being raised in enormous pens, each standing three or four meters tall, with tender meat and gentle dispositions.

This was a crazy age.

Countless scholars passionately pursued research, bringing forth breakthroughs and benefiting the people. They were pure, sincere, kind, and persistent in their pursuit of truth.

The world needed idols. If ordinary people grew up listening to the legends of mythical heroes, they too would yearn to become heroes of myth.

Precisely because the Night Emperor was pure and great, they chose to be pure and great as well.

Every day, new theories of destiny were