Exiling the Wheel of Time

Ling Tian suddenly frowned slightly, a flicker of shock appearing on his face.

He whipped his head around and looked toward a corner of the hall—there stood a woman. If not for the unusual fluctuations in fate, he would never have noticed her at all.

The Immortal Sealing List was linked to his mind, and the dynasty's fate was bound to him in every breath.

As the woman drew near, a ripple stirred across the sea of fate. Though incomparably slight and faint, it could not escape his perception.

Yet the instant he looked at the woman, she had already vanished.

It was not teleportation, nor was it an escape technique. Rather—she had been behind him all along.

A cool, detached voice rang beside Ling Tian's ear. "Hm? You noticed that? Not bad."

The voice was close, so close that it seemed to be speaking directly into his ear.

Ling Tian shuddered from head to toe. Fuck! Yet he discovered that everything seemed to have slowed down!

That woman's aura was stronger than Black Abyss Secret King's—several times stronger, at the very least.

"Wouldn't it be better to serve me?" the woman continued.

She appeared behind him and, without hesitation, reached out to seize Ling Tian's head.

Her fingers were slender and icy, like Death's scythe, lightly clasping the crown of Ling Tian's head.

"You truly are too weak, though your potential is decent." Her tone was casual, as though she were evaluating an object, or commenting on a dish.

But suddenly—fate erupted! The sea of fate of the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty abruptly surged.

Golden light blazed from the Immortal Sealing List. A vast, irresistible force poured forth from that sea of fate and blasted her backward!

She staggered back and crashed into the wall!

Ling Tian immediately understood—just