The Destinies of All Beings!

A Luomu had never seen a Great Master of Sorcery.

This realm was merely a conjecture, a distant aspiration held by generations of great sorcerers.

Whether such a being truly existed was still a matter of debate.

However.

Upon vaguely sensing the vast, oceanic mental power of Su Yuan, A Luomu subconsciously concluded that if a Great Master of Sorcery truly existed, they would surely be like Su Yuan.

"Rest assured, as long as you obey my commands, you will not die."

Su Yuan said in a flat tone.

According to the many details provided by the Grey Mirror regarding A Luomu, the greatest weakness of this great sorcerer, who once struck terror into the nations of Nanyang, was his desperate fear of death.

If not for his cowardice, A Luomu would never have hidden in the Magic City for thirty years, living the life of a street vendor.

Therefore.

To command A Luomu, there was no need for the complexity Tang Zhien employed; one simply had to hold his life and death in their hands.

Of course, to completely control the life and death of a great sorcerer? Even a True Dan Celestial could not achieve such a feat.

A True Dan Celestial could kill A Luomu, but they lacked the means to dictate his survival.

The sliver of mental power Su Yuan had projected appeared simple enough.

Yet, the profound nature within it, and the understanding of the soul and mind it displayed, far surpassed the cultivation world of Blue Star.

Upon hearing this, A Luomu looked as if his parents had just passed away.

"Yes."

A Luomu quickly adapted to his new status, bowing respectfully toward Su Yuan.

Firstly, his life was indeed in Su Yuan's hands, so he naturally had to express a submissive attitude.

Secondly, in A Luomu's eyes, Su Yuan was likely some True Dan Celestial of the Xia Kingdom; submitting to such a powerhouse was hardly a disgrace.

In truth, Su Yuan was not a True Dan Celestial.

Yet, in certain respects, even a True Dan Celestial could not compare to him.

"The cultivation of a sorcerer essentially lies in the soul, yet relying solely on the soul is too thin; the probability of breaking through to become a Great Master of Sorcery is almost zero. To become a Great Master of Sorcery, one must also cultivate the physical body..."

Su Yuan spoke slowly, detailing the flaws in the sorcerer's cultivation system and the methods to remedy them.

These insights were naturally obtained from the Grey Mirror; in truth, the sorcerer's cultivation system was extremely primitive and backward, belonging to a completely unranked cultivation method in the context of the universe.

The greatest hidden danger of this cultivation method was the period of weakness that occurred every ten years.

Every ten years, any great sorcerer would fall into a period of weakness lasting half a day.

During this period of weakness, the great sorcerer's soul and mental power would decay to the level of an ordinary person.

Therefore, for a great sorcerer, their period of weakness was a top-secret; anyone who found out would be killed.

The sorcerer's cultivation system was ruthless to enemies and equally ruthless to oneself, possessing far too many hidden dangers and weaknesses.

However, A Luomu had already traveled quite far down this path.

While Su Yuan could change his cultivation method halfway, it would be quite troublesome.

It was better to simply let A Luomu continue his current path.

"This is..."

When A Luomu first began to listen, his expression was merely thoughtful, but as he continued to listen, the realizations in his heart grew increasingly profound, even causing the mental power deep within his sea of consciousness to begin a slow transformation.

"So that's it! So that's it!"

"This is the true Great Descending Head Technique!"

A Luomu felt as if he had been enlightened, his soul and mental aura growing significantly stronger.

"Thank you, My Lord, for imparting this wisdom."

A Luomu bowed deeply toward Su Yuan. Compared to his earlier compliance out of fear for his life, this bow was entirely heartfelt.

Without Su Yuan's guidance, he might never have realized these truths in his entire life.

"It is nothing."

Su Yuan said with a smile.

Since A Luomu had completely submitted to him, Su Yuan did not mind enhancing his strength.

After all, if A Luomu were too weak, he would not be able to handle tasks for Su Yuan effectively.

Moreover, enhancing A Luomu's strength required no effort from Su Yuan; a few words of guidance were enough.

"The next thing I want you to do is return to Nanyang and kill Kun Long while you're at it."

Su Yuan said.

Su Yuan had already said this sentence once before.

However, for A Luomu, the same words felt completely different this time around.

When Su Yuan said it the first time, A Luomu had dismissed it entirely and never intended to actually do it.

But now, A Luomu was considering the feasibility of this order.

First of all, returning to Nanyang was not difficult; it only took seven or eight hours to fly from Magic City Airport to Nanyang.

The key lay in killing "Kun Long."

A Luomu knew "Kun Long" very well, as the two of them were fellow disciples.

Thirty years ago, Kun Long's strength had already been several notches above his own, and now, thirty years later, Kun Long would only be even more formidable.

However, A Luomu was not without any chance of victory.

After Su Yuan's guidance, A Luomu had achieved a breakthrough in his understanding of the essence of the Great Descending Head Technique.

Even if his current strength did not quite match Kun Long's, the gap should not be too large, and he was capable of putting up a fight.

"Very well!"

A Luomu said solemnly, "I will return to Nanyang now to kill Kun Long."

He also wanted to kill this great enemy—he had dreamed of it—but previously, suppressed by the Mind Cage, he had stood no chance at all.

"Go now, take the DF23... flight." Su Yuan said.

"Yes!" A Luomu immediately stood up, left the shop, and headed for the airport according to Su Yuan's instructions.

Before he left, Su Yuan took out a miniature earpiece and had A Luomu put it on so they could stay in contact.

Watching A Luomu leave, Su Yuan also stood up and walked out of the shop.

The time was nearing the afternoon, and the food street was gradually becoming more crowded as office workers and students from the vicinity began to gather there.

Su Yuan walked along the bustling street, his gaze sweeping over the pedestrians.

At the same time.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, the Gray Mirror began to churn and blur rapidly.

[Zhou Zhaoyi, 28 years old, unemployed, marries at 33, has a son at 34... dies at 64...]

[Lu Qingqing, 22 years old... senior university student, currently interning at... company, marries at 26... dies at 73...]

[Sun Jianguo, 53 years old... roujiamo vendor, drowns after falling into a river at 61...]

Every time he saw someone, Su Yuan would inquire about their life story, the major events they would experience in the future, and the age at which they would die.

The Gray Mirror would then quickly provide the answers.

"These... are the fates of all living beings..."

Su Yuan's expression was calm. After becoming a Level 1 life form, he had stored the Gray Mirror in his sea of consciousness, allowing him to inquire at any time.

Every time Su Yuan saw someone, he would ask about their life and the specific time of their death.

"It's like a pre-written program; what everyone will experience and face in the future is already fixed. It is fated..."

Su Yuan shook his head slightly, his expression suddenly shifting: "It is not impossible to change, either."

Su Yuan turned his head to look at a young woman not far away.

The girl had a round, baby-faced appearance; she wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was extremely cute. She was currently jogging along, seemingly in a great hurry.

Su Yuan walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, I lost my phone. Could I borrow yours to make a call?"

The girl was stunned for a moment. After hesitating for a while, she took out her phone and handed it to Su Yuan, saying, "Go ahead."

"Thank you." Su Yuan took the phone and dialed a random number.

He dialed halfway, hung up, and dialed again.

Five full minutes passed just like that.

The girl who had lent him the phone clearly had urgent business. Being delayed like this, her eyes turned red, yet she didn't dare to rush Su Yuan, looking as if she were about to cry.

At this moment, Su Yuan finally returned the phone: "Sorry, I forgot the phone number..."

"It's fine, it's fine." The girl took the phone and immediately jogged away.

Su Yuan watched the girl's retreating figure.

Deep in his sea of consciousness, the Gray Mirror provided a response regarding the girl.

It had originally been—

[Ruan Sisi, 20 years old... sophomore university student, dies in a car accident in two minutes...]

With Su Yuan's intervention, the text provided by the Gray Mirror quickly became blurred, and a new answer emerged.

[Ruan Sisi, 20 years old... sophomore university student, graduates at 23, goes abroad at 25... dies at 78...]

"It is not impossible to change..." Su Yuan thought to himself.