"Th-This... is this an Immortal Art of the Way of Destiny?"
Jin Wushuang's pupils constricted sharply. For the first time, panic appeared on his once-arrogant face that looked down upon everything.
That was the Way of Destiny!
Legends of the Way of Destiny had existed since ancient times, but before the mysterious Misty Immortal Palace descended, no one had ever truly touched upon the Way of Destiny.
That Dao was unfathomably mysterious and inscrutable. One clearly knew it existed, yet could not reach it no matter what.
Only after the Misty Immortal Palace descended, following a world-shaking battle, did people gradually begin to touch upon certain aspects of the Way of Destiny and comprehend some secret arts.
For example, the Life-Seeking Immortal Art passed down through his Jin Clan was comprehended by their ancestor after receiving some revelations of destiny at the outskirts of the Misty Immortal Palace.
It could be said to be exceptionally powerful.
Yet this was merely a superficial fragment of the Way of Destiny.
It did not qualify as a true destiny Immortal Art at all.
A true destiny Immortal Art could communicate with the mysterious Fate River, borrowing its immense power to toy with and alter the destinies of all living beings—even severing the destiny of life at its very root.
Once one's destiny was brought to an end, it meant complete death.
Every trace left behind in the world would vanish. There would be no possibility of resurrection.
But even he had not comprehended such a destiny Immortal Art. There were not many in the entire Sacred Heaven Realm who had.
He had never imagined that he would encounter it in this tiny Ancient Celestial Continent—and that he would be targeted by a blade formed from a destiny Immortal Art.
The shock in his