Bifang's position was hardly ideal, but it still afforded a view of that clash of providence.
The other cultivators certainly would not miss a spectacle like this either.
"Aren't those Sons of the Human Emperor? Who's the other person fighting them?"
"Someone can actually hold off three Sons of the Human Emperor? Great Sun, Lunar, and Earth-Quelling Jupiter are all here."
"Hiss... could that person be the Variable Fate of the Human Path? I heard that even the bearer of Rahu's Heavenly Mandate fell at his hands not long ago."
"Now that you mention it, it really could be him."
"But why did they suddenly start fighting?"
Some cultivators were still puzzled.
Someone beside them scoffed. "What else could it be? They're Sons of the Human Emperor. That person wasn't one of the nine originally chosen, but he's killed two Sons of the Human Emperor now. Guess who inherited their Destiny Patterns and providence."
"That still doesn't seem right. According to the records, the Human Emperor's path to attaining the Dao was always a grand, upright road, crushing others with invincible might. This sort of slaughter doesn't look much like a contest on the path to the Dao."
"The surviving records of the Path of the Human Emperor from the Primordial Era have all been embellished. Perhaps something has changed within the Human Path."
Most of the cultivators present followed the Immortal Path. Vast as the world was, Immortal Cultivators were everywhere.
That remained true even after the great era arrived and the providence of the Six Paths emerged in thunderous splendor. The Immortal Path, already blazing like oil over a roaring fire, had found yet another spring.
That momentum had directly erased the signs of decline beneath the age's flourishing splendor that some cultivators versed in heavenly secrets