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The First Prince was utterly confused, and a strange feeling faintly rose in his heart.

Could it be... that the other party's cultivation was above mine?

That was impossible...

The First Prince looked around, but still couldn't find an answer.

Whoosh—

The wind in the distance howled and gradually grew labored, as if some existence had discovered its target coming this way.

The First Prince's expression changed. He sighed inwardly and hurriedly withdrew his consciousness from the [Fate Plate].

The Fate Plate was perilous and could not be stayed in for long.

Fate worms that fed on destiny, fate winds that eroded Fate Bodies... All kinds of strange things could easily destroy the Fate Body he had painstakingly cultivated.

In the Fate Plate, one had to proceed step by step and operate with caution.

The First Prince had cultivated this path for so many years, developing in secret, before achieving his current accomplishments.

In the Capital City of the Azure Kingdom alone, he was fully qualified to be called first-rate in matters concerning the Fate Plate!

It was precisely because he had such confidence that the First Prince had dared to enter the Fate Plate so directly to search for the problem.

But now, he had not found the problem and had even lost track of that little fish.

"Without the entanglement of the Fate Line, this is rather troublesome..."

The First Prince was deep in thought when an excited shout suddenly rang out ahead.

"That's the move, General!"

The First Prince froze for a moment. He lowered his head and looked down, his pupils shrinking involuntarily.

He had actually been forced into a dead end. The endgame had been broken!

This fellow?!

Looking at the refugee's excited, wildly gesticulating appearance, the First Prince was utterly shocked.

Where had this