Duobao Pagoda towered hundreds of thousands of zhang high, blotting out the sky and casting a vast shadow over Kirin Cliff. The disciples watching the battle all felt as if they could barely breathe.
Staring at the towering Duobao Pagoda, Li Qingxu gripped the Chixiao Sword tightly in his right hand. Divine light coursed along its blade as he prepared to strike.
At the same time, he slowly raised his left hand, palm facing up and fingers spread, as if supporting the heavens.
"Fate is like woven silk. I alone can defy it."
It was as if ripples stirred across the River of Time, or countless threads of every being's fate had been gently plucked.
A purple-golden light burst from his palm. Countless intangible silver threads appeared from the depths of the void, from the gaps between moments, and from the intertwined destinies of the Myriad Spirits. They gathered and formed the Reverse Fate Wheel!
The wheel was ancient and unadorned, neither gold nor jade. Phantoms of the Stars of the Heavens were set along its rim as it turned slowly, depicting the birth and extinction of the Star River. In its center, dazzling images of all things in the Prehistoric World flowed without end.
At the very heart of the wheel, Li Qingxu's majestic Dharma Form sat cross-legged, hands forming a Dao Seal. He commanded the wheel, and with it, the Myriad Laws and myriad phenomena reflected within.
As the Reverse Fate Wheel fully took shape, an indescribable aura spread across the scene—vast, supreme, indifferent, and surpassing ordinary laws.
With the Reverse Fate Wheel in his left hand and the Chixiao Sword in his right, Li Qingxu looked like a god who commanded all things, descended into the mortal world.
The moment Li Qingxu brought forth the Reverse Fate