Chen Lin had doubts about Gu Siming's explanation.
His talent ability was not necessarily so pure.
There might well be loose ends lurking within it.
Back in the Crystal Clan's plane, when that skeletal old man had used him as an ingredient for pill refining, two destiny lines had appeared on his talent's screen.
It was only then that he began to suspect something was wrong with his innate talent.
He might well have been the reincarnation of a mighty expert.
However, that anomaly had been cleansed away while the skeletal old man refined him.
It was a blessing born of disaster.
Even so.
The hidden dangers in his talent ability had not been eliminated.
Another incident came to Chen Lin's mind.
In the Immortal Stele Space of the Tianxuan Realm, another Destiny Practitioner had invaded his fate screen. Although he had devoured part of the invader in return, the other party had ultimately escaped.
The invader had called him a fish that had slipped its hook.
If he had slipped the hook, then he must once have been hooked, with someone holding the line at the other end.
And he suspected that his escape from the hook had also been thanks to that skeletal old man.
If they ever met again, Chen Lin felt he ought to thank him by giving him a quick death.
Of course.
By now, those events from years ago no longer mattered.
He was no longer the insignificant cultivator he had once been.
Neither the skeletal old man nor the person who had invaded his fate screen could measure up to him now.
With his current strength, he could be said to surpass every expert in the Inner World.
After all, he was genuinely in the true realm, beyond comparison with the Inner World's