Wisteria Continent

The power of fate was like a towering mountain, pressing heavily upon all things beneath heaven.

The irresistible will it carried seemed capable of crushing any existence that dared oppose it.

Before this matchless force, all things were like puppets tugged by invisible threads, able only to obediently follow the paths fate had long since painstakingly laid out.

Within this unique plane, wondrous energies such as immortal qi and spiritual qi were utterly absent.

This meant that cultivators could not arise here at all.

Therefore, no matter who entered this world, they had no choice but to abide by its established rules. There could be no alteration whatsoever!

Even a peerless expert like Mo Chen, who had already reached the Half-Step Immortal Emperor Realm.

When he descended upon this place, he was likewise powerless to resist the inviolable power of fate!

"Fine. Since matters have come to this, I may as well cast aside my former identity and cultivation, and personally comprehend the Great Dao of Fate hidden behind this plane from the perspective of an ordinary mortal!"

Mo Chen gazed at the somewhat shabby earthen city wall in the distance and smiled.

Then he strode directly into the county town.

The moment he entered the city.

A burst of noisy, clamorous cries from vendors reached Mo Chen's ears.

"Mutai, sanduo fu ni fa de!"

"Sabu feilei! Hou hou!"

Following the sounds, he saw the sparse street vendors calling out with all their might.

After observing closely, Mo Chen discovered that the people of this world dressed in a distinctly unusual style.

Because this land was filled with deserts and Gobi wastelands, the climate was exceptionally dry and hot.

Thus, most people walking through the streets wore headscarves to shield themselves from the blazing sun.

They also wore loose robes,