"You're not Wu Daoming!"
Old Ancestor Wong stared wide-eyed at Tao Yu before him, his expression grave.
The voice also drew Tao Yu's attention to him.
"You can eat whatever you like, but you shouldn't say whatever you like."
Tao Yu's calm remark made Number Saint feel as though everything in the world was about to abandon him. He suppressed the shock in his heart.
"I... I understand..."
Number Saint's voice faltered, yet he sounded as though a heavy burden had been lifted.
He had spent his life studying divination and believed he could calculate everything. But now he suddenly realized it was all a joke...
"Fate cannot be defied..."
Number Saint spoke with a hint of emotion, even sorrow.
Just one sentence from the other man had caused everything he had calculated to collapse toward a single point—a point that had to be reached and could not be changed, no matter what!
That was fate!
"That's not entirely wrong, but there's more than one mandate of Heaven."
Tao Yu studied Number Saint ahead of him, as though mulling something over.
He had been cultivating for too short a time, and his control of the finer details was lacking.
This man seemed to be skilled in that area.
Although Number Saint's deductions were little more than a joke without the standing to back them up, leaving him nothing but a Clown who could be manipulated at will, Tao Yu had the standing he lacked...
But just then, Tao Yu suddenly sensed that someone was searching for his true self.
Given Tao Yu's standing, even though only one of his selves had entered this time and space, his connection to his true self meant he detected the other person's intent as soon as it arose.
"Moonlight Bodhisattva? Lapis Lazuli Pure Land?