As Wang Siyuan's life neared its end, many of his threads of karma had already faded with his impending death. Only a small number remained, reaching beyond death and into his next life. In Meng Qi's eyes, the vast, illusory starry night around Wang Siyuan suddenly emptied. Countless dazzling Star Lines snapped one after another, and the sensation of being surrounded by them abruptly lifted.
The few remaining threads of karma stretched outward in scattered strands. Three of them made Meng Qi's heart pound with dread, and he didn't dare touch them. One was thick and dark red, filled with madness and chaos. It ran through Wang Siyuan's Dharmakaya and true spirit, flew into the unknowable heights, and burrowed into the bizarre sky where clouds shifted through countless forms. Just looking at it made Meng Qi's skin crawl with instinctive fear and dread. Compared to this thread of karma, the Heavenly Dao Monster he'd seen before was like a firefly trying to outshine the sun.
Another was steeped in Yin energy and condensed with Death Intent. It connected to the black fist that Emperor Fengdu had used to proclaim the Six Paths of Reincarnation. If it touched him, he'd drop dead on the spot. Someone else might turn into a beast, fall into hell, or become a hungry ghost, but Meng Qi would vanish completely into thin air—he had no next life!
The third was elusive and secretive, its destination unknown. Though he sensed something of its meaning, his instincts—sharpened by Cause of All Fruits and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art—made him recoil from it.
The other threads, aside from those three, were bearable... The colorless light from the Glazed Ancient Lamp in Meng Qi's eyes shone brightly, dividing into black and white and endlessly branching out. It wove an illusory