At the Holy Land of Heavenly Prefecture, Xi Mujin descended the mountain, sealing seventy percent of her cultivation to temper herself.
The battle atop Sword Peak remained vivid in everyone's minds, stirring their hearts. Marquis of Knowing Fate, who had cultivated for mere decades, had left everyone of his generation far behind. None could even hope to catch up to him.
The Heavenly Dao was not fair. Aptitude and fortune differed from person to person. Heaven's favored sons leaped through the Dragon Gate, glimpsed the Reality Realm, comprehended the true Dao, and climbed toward heaven step by step—heights ordinary people could never reach in a lifetime.
Yet the Great Dao numbered fifty, while Heaven derived only forty-nine. The Heavenly Dao could never be complete. That missing one gave countless people of ordinary aptitude, like Marquis of Knowing Fate, a faint and distant chance.
For those who cultivated the ultimate path, diligence could make up for clumsiness. Aptitude was not the decisive factor, and even Heaven could not interfere. Thus, Heaven could not stop Marquis of Knowing Fate from forging his own path.
If Heaven did not stand in his way, who in the world could block Marquis of Knowing Fate?
Above the Holy Land, plum blossoms drifted down. Within the room, a beautiful figure lay quietly on the bed. Her black hair was streaked one-third white, painfully glaring to the eye.
By the bed, Ning Chen looked at the unconscious woman before him, sorrow flickering in his eyes.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, I have never had the chance to ask you—what exactly happened? Why did you lose all your cultivation? And have you truly married this woman?" Chao Tianxi asked solemnly.
"Mm."
Ning Chen nodded. Stepping forward, he reached out and gently caressed the woman's face. "It is a long