"Everyone has a Fate Line."
"A person's body, their five viscera, skin, and even every cell all have their own Fate Line."
"All things in the world."
"As long as they are alive, they have a fate of their own."
"Except..."
"Although she hadn't gone as far as controlling every single cell, she had practically turned everyone on the other side into puppets. Every inch of their skin manifested Fate Lines, allowing her to control and toy with them."
"There was no way to guard against it."
"There was simply no way to guard against it—"
Yang Ling's eyes shone brilliantly. His aura was astonishing as he stared fixedly at Ruyi Yuanjun.
He was an ancient monster of the Daoist sects.
His origins could be traced back to the era of the "homeland" before his reincarnation.
Yet in his memory, every master of the "laws of fate" had been an unparalleled powerhouse who dazzled throughout the ages, and he could name every one of them. But this woman didn't seem to be among them.
"The later generations..."
"To think someone like this was born."
"Looks like I missed quite a few exciting stories when I reincarnated after suffering severe injuries back then."
Reincarnation was dangerous.
The greatest danger was the Mystery of the Womb.
Aside from that,
the time needed to successfully reincarnate was equally uncertain.
At the fastest, it could take several hundred or even a thousand years.
At the slowest,
it could take more than ten times as long!
The Mountain Ghost opposite him was already numb with terror. As the strongest expert in this world, with strength standing at the Eighth Step of Divinity Staircase and control over the Demon Tower, it had naturally been arrogant and conceited beyond measure!
Just ten minutes ago,
it had still