After rejecting Qin Mingshen's proposal, Bai Ye once again focused on examining the [Law-Stealing Hand]. He wanted to see what Transcendence ability the Fate Painter, one of the Three Emperors, possessed.
The moment his mental power entered the [Law-Stealing Hand], he froze.
On the pitch-black Skull Card, a Fate Pen fashioned from ebony hung at an angle. Dark vine patterns were carved into its shaft, while countless interwoven silver threads spread beneath its tip, weaving a dense web of fate.
Within the gaps of that web floated miniature fragments of life—the swaddling clothes of birth, the vigor of youth, and the frailty of old age.
Every fragment was linked and guided by the pen tip's silver threads, as though every stroke represented an irreversible track of destiny.
And this Skull Card was—[Fated Hit] (Contamination)!!!
Bai Ye blinked blankly. What the hell was this? That was impossible!
I need to verify the card!
His mental power repeatedly inspected the Skull Card, yet the result remained [Fated Hit]!
He glanced at the Fate Painter beside him, who was lightly waving an ebony folding fan, and his face darkened like the bottom of a pot.
You really were the Painter, bro!?
So you just wouldn't go away, huh? You even chased me into the past?
No wonder I still hadn't solved the Forbidden Domain and everything kept going wrong. It was all your goddamn doing!
Bai Ye was beside himself with rage. He never would have imagined that the Painter was still pursuing him!
There were no two completely identical Transcendence abilities in the world, just as no two leaves were exactly alike. Even if abilities seemed similar, there would certainly be subtle differences.
Just like how Perky Xiaotong's [Knight] had turned into the Golden Sword in his hands. Even when the same