Duan Tianji floated in midair, his arms slightly spread as he looked up at the sky.
His eyes had no pupils, only a hazy pale golden glow emanating from them.
His body resembled a city of magical artifacts. One powerful artifact after another surfaced beneath his skin, stretching it translucent and making his entire body uneven.
These artifacts came in all shapes and colors, positioned across different parts of his body.
At first glance, it was enough to make one's hair stand on end; he looked nothing like a human.
Yet after watching for a long time, one could faintly sense a peculiar beauty.
A beauty that was inhuman, artifact-like, material.
His entire person was like an Imperial Palace, meticulously carved by countless craftsmen.
"I bear Heaven's Mandate. This mountain should be mine."
After Duan Tianji spoke, golden light flared around him. An invisible force swept in all directions like a spring breeze, instantly spreading across three hundred miles.
Then, those Fate Arts Masters who possessed neither an Upper Rank Fate Mold nor the protection of a Fate Spirit suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked toward Duan Tianji, their eyes filled with admiration.
"Duan Tianji is graceful and exceptional, his strength peerless. This Fate Mountain ought to be his."
"If anyone else gained the Fate Mountain, I would not accept it. But if he gains it, I submit wholeheartedly."
"This young man is truly remarkable. No wonder he is the Heaven's Mandate Sect's foremost second-generation disciple. Seeing him today, he truly bears the majesty of the foremost among the Three Sons of Fate Arts."
"Having seen Duan Tianji, this journey to the mountain was not in vain."
The Upper Rank Fate Arts Masters exchanged glances, their brows tightly furrowed.
"How had he learned the Heaven's Mandate Sect's 'Heaven-and-Earth