The Sword Ancestor is Just Afraid of Me

At the very instant the phantom of the Calamity Sword emerged, the Fate Cultivation Furnace hidden deep within Su Jian's soul reacted at once, trembling without cease.

Rustle, rustle—

Like a great river surging forth, the [Life Marrow Fluid] held within the furnace erupted with boundless Bright Light.

Blue, purple, gold, and red reflected one another, while clouds of mist rolled and ribbons of rosy radiance streamed.

A phantom of the Fate Cultivation Furnace appeared behind Su Jian—a vessel with three legs and two handles, its round belly shaped like an egg, its surface cast with cloud sigils, and three bands of dark iron set around its neck.

A true dragon coiled atop the lid, wheeling and soaring amid the cloud-mist and rosy light. The inscription upon the stone stele behind it shifted constantly, as though recording the fates of every living being in the world.

Rumble!

His soul shook.

As the stele inscription changed, vast torrents of information flowed through Su Jian's sea of consciousness.

There was Su Cheng's fate, those lackeys of Su Cheng's, even Qin Yue's—as well as everyone whose fate had been altered because of him!

[Qin Yue's predetermined fate: At seven years old, she borrowed a talismanic art from the 'Dharma Derivation Hub,' cultivated bitterly day and night, and entered the Dao after three years. Only after sixty years did she reach the ninth level of Qi Refinement. She obtained the Dharma weapon 'Cloud Pivot Sword,' achieved Foundation Establishment at one hundred, then attained the Golden Core after another two hundred years of cultivation. Three hundred and seventy years later, she died at the hands of Master of Calamity Su Zheng.]

The information that had appeared before now surfaced once more.

Master of Calamity Su Zheng!

Within everyone's "predetermined fate," the words that had once