Knowing Fate

Above the Divine Continent, waves of clouds surged. A Plain-clothed Figure crossed the world, guided by the power of all living beings' thoughts as a lantern, returning once more to the mortal realm.

Drifting snowflakes blocked the black flames filling the sky. A rumbling upheaval rose as heaven and earth turned upside down.

Amid the aftershock, the figure in plain clothes emerged. That familiar back, those spotless white robes—every detail heralded the identity of the newcomer.

"Who is that?"

Shock filled the faces of the common people, followed by tears of excitement pouring down like rain. Heaven had blessed the Divine Continent.

"Martial Marquis!"

Across the earth, as far as the eye could see, old men knelt down, pulling the women beside them down with them; the women knelt, pulling the children at their sides along.

The next moment, thunderous cries of obeisance erupted, like startling thunder resounding throughout the entire Divine Continent.

"Greetings, Martial Marquis!"

At this soul-stirring sight, the gray-clad man's expression darkened. The faith of all living beings—who was this man?

"Rise."

In the void, the figure in plain clothes spoke calmly.

At his words, thousands, tens of thousands, millions of common people rose to their feet. The fear on their faces vanished, and hope ignited anew.

Within the Great Xia Imperial Palace, Chi'er looked at the figure on the horizon. Excitement flashed across his handsome face, now long shed of its childishness. His master had finally returned.

At the Northern Mongol Royal Court, Mingyue, clad in magnificent imperial robes, gazed toward the distant void. Tears spilled from her beautiful eyes. He had returned.

"Who are you?" the gray-clad man asked coldly from the skies.

"Marquis of Knowing Fate of Great Xia," Ning Chen said slowly.

"A mere mortal marquis possesses such ability. I admire you," the