Three Sects (A Tribute to Brother Zhao zq)

Somewhere on the battlefield.

A region had been sealed off, isolated from reality.

Several missionaries with high noses and deep-set eyes, dressed in different clerical robes, were gazing at the battlefield around the Fufeng Protectorate.

"Lord Baierslun, did you see destiny?"

One of them was a golden-haired old man in black robes, seemingly shrouded in dense ominousness and misfortune. He asked the person standing in the center.

Baierslun had long platinum-blond hair and wore a gorgeous white clerical robe emblazoned with the 'Wheel of Destiny.'

This was the attire of a cardinal of the 'Church of Destiny.'

The Church of Destiny was the mainstream faith of the West Ting Empire. Beneath the Holy See stood seven white-robed cardinals, each one an extraordinary of the 8th Order!

Baierslun's current rank was called—the [Destiny Disturbing One]!

The Orders of Destiny began with the 1st Order [Gambler]. By the 6th Order, they had already begun to touch upon the unseen workings of destiny.

Its 7th Order was called the [Observer], known as the 'Recorder of Destiny.' It greatly enhanced divination and prophecy, allowing one to eliminate all interference and see the truest future.

"I saw... a vortex!"

Baierslun's eyes were as clear as a newborn baby's. He muttered, "There's a black hole drawing near us... Gentlemen, reclaiming Clement should already be enough to display our strength to that ancient Eastern empire..."

"I haven't sensed any misfortune..."

The golden-haired old man in black robes retorted. As a high-ranking member of the 'Church of Misfortune,' he was highly sensitive to disasters and other forms of misfortune. "Besides... as a [Destiny Disturbing One], Your Excellency can already influence destiny slightly through a series of operations, can't you?"

"The Wheel of Destiny stands as majestic as a mountain, yet also resembles a vast, mighty river flowing ceaselessly