In an instant, the world before his eyes twisted violently.
Blood tears trickled from his eyes.
The once-clear world crumbled inch by inch, replaced by a chaotic void that had yet to take shape.
Countless profound runes flowed through the void, weaving into cryptic, inscrutable patterns, as though a corner of the River of Fate had materialized at that very moment.
"Boom—!"
An indescribable agony spread from his eyes to his Divine Soul, as if billions of silver needles were churning inside his skull.
Qin Wangchuan let out a muffled groan, but gritted his teeth and refused to close his eyes.
The next moment.
It was as if invisible shackles had shattered. Deep within his pupils, a brilliant golden light burst forth, like dawn breaking and driving away the chaos.
He "saw" it.
A phantom river descended from the endless heights, its waters formed from countless shimmering runes. Each rune represented a possibility, a destiny.
Normally, not even the highest beings could interfere with this River of Fate. They could only draw out branches from it.
—but the Heavenly Derivation Sacred Body was different.
The river transformed into strands of golden silk that fell around him.
The entire River of Fate had actually changed course for him alone!
It did not let people glimpse the Heavenly Secrets.
Instead, it made the Heavenly Secrets... come to you of their own accord!
As the golden light in his eyes slowly receded, becoming a faint, flickering gleam deep within his pupils, his vision returned to normal.
Even so, Qin Wangchuan could still feel that his eyes were utterly different from before.
Wherever he looked, the paths of spiritual energy drifting through the air, the faint traces of Qi Yun flowing around other people, and even certain signs of what was about to happen