Choosing a Side, Watching the Storms

A smile rested on the young cultivator's face, but his gaze was profound.

If that were truly the case, he would not give up either.

The title of a Great Dao Prodigy was something that not even a peerless prodigy could compare to.

In the Primordial Era, several top Great Divine-Power Immortals had truly been children of the Great Dao.

The speed of their rise, the pace of their cultivation, the monstrosity of their talent—they had refreshed the understanding of countless cultivators.

Like Variables of Heaven and Earth, there was simply no way to predict how those prodigies born with the Great Dao wrapped around them would cultivate.

The possibility of such Heavenly Secrets appearing was not small. Otherwise, the Dao Struggle of this generation would not be so cruel, so cold.

Clearly, this might have been a Variable Fate change wrought by Humanity Providence in the unseen.

With a Destiny Pattern borne by one person, Human Emperor Providence would likewise continue unceasingly.

Yet as the Sons of the Human Emperor who had been the first to manifest Destiny Patterns, how could they be willing to perish and have their Dao vanish?

No matter how rugged the road ahead might be, it could not stop them.

The young cultivator's gaze grew ever deeper, but his feet did not pause for even a step as he walked straight into that ocean of golden light.

After he entered, the figure of an aged old man slowly manifested where he had just been standing.

An unreadable expression appeared on his lonely, weathered face. "The Son of the Human Emperor at the First Star Position truly has an extraordinary Destiny Pattern."

He spoke faintly. Several Rogue Cultivators passing nearby, however, had not noticed at all that an old man was standing there.

The linen-robed