Above the North Mang wilderness.
Withered yellow grass bowed beneath the wind, while heaven and earth lay so vast they were nearly desolate.
On the distant horizon of yellow earth, a faint figure in white slowly emerged.
His white robes rivaled snow, exceptionally conspicuous beneath the dim gray light.
A drawing board half the height of a person rested on his back, and an Ebony Paintbrush was tucked diagonally along the outside of his art bag, swaying gently with his steps.
The wilderness wind swept up the hem of his robes, making the white fabric flutter loudly as the wild grass beneath his feet was crushed step by step.
Suddenly, the Painter stopped. His once calm and gentle expression subtly changed.
His brows drew together slightly. He had sensed a change in the Fate Lines.
There were billions upon billions of ordinary people in the world, and Fate Lines were even more tangled and complex. Even he could not observe the changes in every Fate Line unless they were especially conspicuous or deliberately watched.
For example... Wu De.
Wu De was the Apocalypse Chairman and the leader of the North Alliance. He held immense authority and had powerful benefactors behind him, so his Fate Line had been brilliantly crimson, bordering on purple.
Even though he had fallen on hard times and its color had dimmed, it was still more conspicuous than an ordinary person's.
Especially since the Painter had been deliberately watching it.
"Wu De... is dead."
His brows furrowed deeper, and his face gradually darkened.
"Beaten to death alive, dying in the wilderness? How could this have happened?"
"He should not have died this way. Could it be... Bai Ye has already escaped the Cycle!?"
Silver light suddenly bloomed from the Painter's eyes, as though they had merged with