"Hahaha..."
"Hahaha..."
The azure-clad youth in the light laughed wildly, waving his arms and dancing with joy. He was beside himself.
There was no Dao Child of an Immortal Order,
but someone much like one had appeared.
A grievously wounded Celestial!
A supreme opportunity had come right to his doorstep, offering itself up.
"Oh?"
The Threadweaver Celestial chuckled.
"Die."
He lightly tapped his slender fingers, plucking at the web of Heavenly Dao laws like strings. Clear, beautiful notes rang out and reached deep into the souls of all living beings, drawing them into an involuntary trance.
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, across hundreds of thousands of kilometers of sky and earth, the Heavenly Dao rules of puppet fate belonging to the Celestial's will began to turn. Countless puppet-fate threads shot like billions of white arrows along the paths of fate and karma, appearing within the azure-clad youth's sea of consciousness, both tangible and seemingly intangible.
"Ha—"
Jiang Ding's laughter stopped dead.
This karmic attack was utterly unlike anything he had encountered before.
It was not magical intent, a spell or an explosion of spiritual energy, nor was it a physical attack. The laws of karma and fate had become threads that pierced through everything in an instant and descended into his sea of consciousness.
For an imperceptible instant, Jiang Ding's gaze clouded with confusion.
In that instant, he involuntarily recalled everything from his Qi Refining cultivation to the present: the first wisp of magical power he had produced upon entering Qi Refining, his first strand of divine sense, the first magical power and divine sense of Foundation Establishment, then the Golden Core Realm, the Nascent Soul Realm, Spirit Transformation...
All the magical power and divine sense born throughout his cultivation.
That magical power and divine sense, painstakingly cultivated and