True Fate

In a Chaotic World, stars fell.

The power of a great star was often scattered among dozens, even hundreds of people, forming Star-fated.

The journey from starlight circling the body and one's fate manifesting, to rising through the ranks to Stars Subordinate Fate, and finally to the singular Stars True Fate, was often extremely bloody. One had to kill the other contenders and gather the star's power into oneself.

This was the bloody road every Star-fated had to walk.

But now, Wu Ming had directly stripped the other Warlords born under the Qing Yang Star of their destinies and fortunes, then boldly drawn down the star itself to empower Wu Tiehu. He had essentially created a "Qing Yang True Fate" by artificial means.

Only when Heaven's killing intent stirred could stars shift and constellations change. What Wu Ming had done was to make human will triumph over Heaven, accomplishing what only Heaven itself could do.

Even a Heavenly Immortal would find such a change immensely troublesome. A single tug would set the whole web of fate in motion, with all manner of consequences to follow.

Yet Wu Ming had done it with effortless ease. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that only a Golden Immortal mighty figure could pull it off.

Now that he had altered fate, it was impossible for the Heavenly Emperor and Venerable Jue Tianxian—the two mighty figures—not to notice. This was his way of announcing himself.

"Guards, bring Hong Zhu here!"

Wu Tiehu's wounds had healed completely, and his eyes gleamed. He first ordered someone to bring food and wine, then ate as he handled official business. His recovery had left him not only brimming with energy but also sharper in both sight and hearing. Any complicated matter was now a breeze to deal with.