Wang Xian stared at the miniature universe in his palm. The powers of his four constitutions circulated within it in perfect order. Chaos Aura nourished the rotation of the stars, while Space-Time Law outlined the threads of karma. Every breath stirred energy tides between heaven and earth.
Wang Xian tried to draw upon that power. As his fingertip swept through the Void, Chaos Aura tore open a miniature black hole, only for the power of his Star Body to smooth it over moments later.
With a slight stir of thought, the flow of time around him slowed by half a beat, and the threads connected to him within the River of Destiny trembled in response.
Just as Wang Xian gradually began to master this newborn power, a palpitation erupted from the depths of his soul. It was not the joy of a breakthrough, but an icy chill as though he had fallen into an ice pit, as if an invisible giant axe hung above his head, ready to fall at any moment.
"What's going on?"
Wang Xian abruptly looked up. The four divine statues shook violently.
The Chaos divine statue spewed Chaos Aura, the hands of the Space-Time divine statue spun backward wildly, and the star chart on the Stars divine statue flickered between light and darkness. As for the Destiny divine statue on the far right, a fine crack had actually appeared between its brows!
The instant the crack appeared, the River of Destiny behind Wang Xian suddenly surged into towering waves. The karmic threads in the river tangled like a mess of hemp, and the previously clear mirrors of the future shattered one after another. Countless twisted scenes were reflected in the fragments: Su Qingyan turned into dry bones in some; Lord Yan Yang became a puppet in