Above the River of Destiny, Lu Yuan's azure robes billowed.
The Tribulation Fortune Dao Fruit hung high above his head, while the edge of the Nine Calamity Sword tore through the power of destiny.
Facing the "Saint" phantom condensed from the Great Dao of Fate, Lu Yuan's eyes showed not the slightest ripple.
"Fate? Today, I'll let you know what it means for fate to crumble beneath tribulation fortune!"
Before his words had faded, the Nine Calamity Sword had already become a gray streak that pierced through the River of Destiny.
Where the sword-light passed, it did not merely sever—it assimilated!
The billions of Fate chains winding toward him touched that Tribulation Fortune edge, condensed to the utmost extreme.
Like ice and snow meeting a blazing sun, they let out sizzling wails.
The abstruse, intricate Fate runes crumbled inch by inch. The power of imprisonment and alteration contained within them was forcibly stripped away and devoured by the laws of tribulation fortune!
The sword-light's momentum did not diminish, piercing straight towards the tiny Fate Rule Net in the "Saint's" hand!
"Arrogant!" A trace of shock and fury rose in the Saint's icy eyes.
The net in Its hand spun wildly, drawing the entire River of Destiny into a roaring backward surge.
Endless trajectories of fate became tangible shackles, layer upon layer blocking the sword's edge, seeking to drag Lu Yuan into the mire of destiny where all living beings sank.
The waters of destiny were muddied and viscous, every drop bearing the predetermined paths of all beings in the universe, enough to erode a Hunyuan Dao Heart.
Lu Yuan stomped heavily upon the churning river's surface!
"Profound Yellow Suppresses Fate, Tribulation Fortune Shatters Obstructions!"
Behind him, the phantom of the Profound Yellow Gate abruptly solidified, standing tall and majestic.
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