Doomsday Dance
Long Bahe tracked Gu Huaifeng's group as they departed. While the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, he saw himself as that oriole.
Unfortunately, in He Ping's eyes, Long Bahe did not even qualify as an oriole. Like everyone else, he was merely a chess piece in this game.
"What a pity."
He Ping shook his head.
"Long Bahe is in the thick of it and knows nothing. He is even smug over his petty calculations. I'd say his good fortune is about to run out this time."
He thought to himself that Long Bahe might possess considerable strength, but his rapid breakthrough into the Manifestation Realm had been brought about single-handedly by his use of the "Creation Calamity Fate Wheel." That was merely pulling up seedlings to help them grow; it might not be a good thing.
It could be said that half the reason Long Bahe had cultivated a Primordial Spirit and become a Manifestation-level expert was due to the flourishing of his fortune.
Yet a person's luck always rose and fell. Long Bahe's fortune had previously been at its peak, so one day it would inevitably decline from abundance into decay. As the saying went, "When the moon waxes full, it wanes; when water fills to the brim, it overflows." A person's fate was bound to follow such probabilistic shifts.
"When the sun reaches its zenith, it begins to slope west... Long Bahe has passed through the peak of his destiny. After the summit comes the slide into the valley."
He Ping calculated silently.
"However, he still has one turning point in his fate. Between life and death, at the instant his destiny plunges from its peak into the abyss, he will have one chance to strike back."
In truth, He