Chen Fan took a hundred years to rebuild his cultivation to its peak.
Over those hundred years, meanwhile, in the Azure Frost Realm.
Su Ming, too, had grown.
Over the past hundred years, he had accompanied his father for thirty years and traveled All Under Heaven for seventy.
During those seventy years, he encountered countless events and made countless choices that changed destinies.
The initially blank Blank Fate Heavenly Tome gradually filled, page after page.
The first decade of his travels across All Under Heaven.
In a border town ravaged by famine, Su Ming saw a skeletal beggar curled up in a corner, the flame of his life like a candle guttering in the wind.
Su Ming "saw" that the beggar's "fate thread" would snap completely at midnight that night, and he would die of hunger and cold.
At the same time, he "saw" that in a wealthy household in town, a full jar of rice had been forgotten in a damp corner. It was about to turn moldy and breed worms before ultimately being thrown away.
Su Ming walked over to the beggar. He opened the Fate Heavenly Tome and tapped the air with a finger. On its pages, the dim point of light representing the beggar and the fate count representing that jar of rice flickered faintly.
Using the Heavenly Tome as a guide, he minutely shifted the seemingly unrelated "thread" between them.
That night, while taking inventory of the storeroom, the wealthy household's steward, as if possessed by a ghost, kicked over that forgotten jar of rice.
White rice spilled all over the floor and mixed with dust. The steward cursed in annoyance and called servants over to clean it up and throw it away.
Looking at the snow-white rice, one servant, himself from the lowest rung