The Fourth Realm!

Deep in the central river valley of Jade Whale Island, Zhu Sheng sat at the center of the formation he had laid out.

The formation spanned two kilometers in length and breadth. Every rune accorded with the mathematical principles of the Heavenly Dao. It had nine concentric rings, each packed to its limit with runes of fate.

At the formation's core, a plain offering table stood before Zhu Sheng as he sat cross-legged. Memories of his past kept surfacing around it.

Zhu Sheng's eyes were closed, his breathing too faint to hear. His entire aura had merged into the Wood Spirit Aura, making him look like an ordinary old man nearing the end of his life.

Deep within his consciousness, near-endless lifelines shifted without pause, recording the fates he had deduced over the past four thousand years—his own and those of others.

He had always wanted to calculate everything. Yet this world was no more than an insignificant grain of sand in the universe. He had calculated the workings of this world, but he could not calculate what lay beyond it.

As that thought surfaced, the trees and plants around the formation grew and withered, then grew and withered again, over and over. Farther away, on the beach, the formation disrupted the rhythm of the tides. Even the spiritual energy particles in the air would suddenly take visible form.

Zhu Sheng had remained in this state for three days and nights. During that time, he had stopped paying attention to the drain on his lifespan. He had consumed more than a thousand Energy Stones and deduced over ten thousand branches of fate, yet he still could not find a way out.

"Alas! Such is fate!"

He raised his head and looked up.

A figure suddenly appeared out of thin air: