[[Nascent Fruit Position] Shattered, Limitations, Unraveling Karma, [Four True Lords]?]

[The instant you truly sat upon the [White Bone Throne] and became one with this [Burial Dao nascent fruit position], three words rose unbidden in your awareness:]

["Macrocosmic," "vast," "supreme."]

[This was an unprecedented experience. If the pressure of the [Golden Core Powerhouse] you had felt before was like the oppressive presence of a burly grown man,]

[then now, having gained Rank through this [Nascent Fruit Position], you were like a giant whose head touched the heavens and whose feet stood upon the earth!]

[Your perspective rose without limit, as though you could glimpse traces of how the laws of the world operated.]

[And this was merely an incomplete nascent form!]

[You could scarcely imagine those [Nascent Soul True Lords] who had truly attained a complete [Fruit Position],]

[or how inconceivable their might and perspective must have been. They likely differed from ordinary cultivators in their very essence, approaching the rules themselves.]

[Just as you immersed yourself in this suddenly acquired, boundless power that seemed capable of governing life, death, and Reincarnation,]

[that ancient, resounding voice of the Great Dao rang out again, yet it was weaker than ever before, like a candle flame about to gutter out:]

["[Do... what you must... that is all...]"]

[The voice cut off abruptly, as though it had exhausted its final sliver of strength.]

[Your heart tightened, and you immediately gathered your focus, not daring to delay any longer.]

[You tried to channel the power of this [Burial Dao nascent fruit position], hoping to part the layers of mist shrouding Destiny.]

[Yet you immediately encountered fierce resistance!]

[It came not from outside, but from the throne itself!]

[In your perception, this Nascent Fruit Position, manifested as the [White Bone Throne],]

[was emitting faint yet chilling cracks from within. Clear fractures were rapidly spreading and widening across its very source!]

[A clear message flooded your consciousness:]

[This [Burial Dao nascent fruit position] was a "half-finished product." Its structure was unstable, utterly incapable of supporting a true "Dao attainer."]

[Now, perhaps thanks to the final aid of the voice's owner, or perhaps through some secret art of Chen Qingyan's, you had been forcibly thrust into this position, gaining a temporary rank approaching Nascent Soul.]

[But this was no different from drinking poison to quench your thirst!]

[This incomplete nascent form simply could not withstand the strain of your wielding its power.]

[Every attempt you made to channel its power accelerated its collapse.]

[Once the cracks spread throughout it, this [White Bone Throne] would crumble and collapse completely, and you, whose life was bound to it, would naturally...]

[Time had become more pressing than ever.]

[Before the throne shattered completely, you had to see everything you wished to know during this peak state, as fleeting as a shooting star.]

[The cracks in the throne were spreading.]

[Without the slightest further hesitation, you concentrated your entire mind and wielded the authority approaching Nascent Soul bestowed upon you by this [Burial Dao nascent fruit position],]

[to touch and stir the layers of mist and interwoven threads of Karma that had always haunted your Destiny.]

[The most immediate change brought by a higher cultivation realm and an elevated Rank was a different "perspective."]

[In your perception now, everything in the world seemed woven from countless fine threads shimmering with different lusters. This was [karma].]

[They tangled together in intricate patterns, forming the tapestry of Destiny.]

[First, you found the bundle of [Fate Lines] that belonged to you.]

[They should have been relatively independent, yet now they were tightly entwined with another bundle of Fate Lines, thicker, more complex, and radiating a chilling aura]

[—those belonging to Chen Qingyan!]

[You tried to stir and alter the [Destiny] connected to Chen Qingyan, only to find it extraordinarily difficult, as though some invisible, tenacious barrier protected the web of his karma.]

[*Had he prepared this contingency?* you wondered.]

[This reincarnated Heavenly Venerable had clearly taken precautions concerning his own Destiny as well.]

[Yet precisely because your [Destiny] was so deeply bound to his, your own course of Destiny had been severely disrupted and obscured. Like viewing flowers through mist, you could hardly discern its true source.]

[You realized that you had to separate your own [Fate Line] from Chen Qingyan's before you could clearly see who was manipulating you behind the scenes!]

[—Some force had forcibly bound your Destiny to Chen Qingyan's!]

[You began exerting your full strength, using the power of [Burial Dao] to carefully peel away and sever the foreign [Fate Line] that did not belong to you, yet clung so tightly to you.]

[Had a true [Nascent Soul True Lord] who commanded a complete Dao Fruit been here, perhaps a single thought would have sufficed to untangle this chaotic Karma.]

[After all, [Foundation Establishment] cultivators could already begin to perceive and influence Karma. Upon reaching the [Nascent Soul] realm, the advancement of [karma manipulation] into [Fate Line] became almost instinctive, wondrous beyond belief.]

[But in the end, you were merely a [Half-Step Nascent Soul], forcibly elevated through an incomplete nascent form. Though your Rank was high, your control fell far short.]

[Like a clumsy novice, you could only spend precious time and the power of the rapidly disintegrating throne to remove those stubborn entanglements bit by bit.]

[With every strand of Karma you separated, your perception of your own Destiny grew a little clearer, but the cracks in the throne widened in turn.]

[You were racing against time, racing against your own complete annihilation.]

[At the critical moment when the [White Bone Throne], overwhelmed by the burden, had already lost nearly half of itself to collapse,]

[you finally succeeded in severing the bond of Destiny that had forcibly tied you to Chen Qingyan!]

[For the first time, your own [threads of Destiny] appeared in your "vision" with such clarity and independence.]

[They were no longer obscured and distorted by a more powerful web.]

[And it was through this unprecedentedly clear perspective that you finally saw just how terrifying your predicament truly was—]

[From the ends of your seemingly ordinary [Fate Line], which had nevertheless been stirred time and again, you clearly sensed...]

[Three? No! That was wrong!]

[In a more hidden place, deeper still, there was another trace of interference, almost fused with Destiny itself!]

[Four!]

[Four [Nascent Soul True Lords] had actually meddled with your Destiny?!]

[A bone-deep chill swept through you.]

[What merit or ability did you possess to warrant the "favor" of four beings who stood at the pinnacle of this world?]

[Why?!]

[You forcibly suppressed the trembling of your soul core and began using your current perspective, so close to [Nascent Soul], to unravel that tangled skein of Karma.]

[[White Bone Throne] collapsed ever faster as you overtaxed its Nascent Soul-level power. Cracks spread like spiderwebs, and fragments of bone rained down.]

[But you paid it no heed, pouring all your energy into deciphering this world-shaking game of chess.]

[As you rapidly untangled the threads, most of the karmic connections gradually became clear.]

[Why had a [True Lord] laid a trap for you when you visited the [Treasure Pavilion]?]

[Logically, upon reaching the level of a Nascent Soul True Lord, one had already united oneself with the fortune of a vast power, such as the Treasure Pavilion,]

[and almost no major disturbance within that power's domain could escape one's perception.]

[Then the process you had undergone, being guided as though possessed into purchasing [Know Fortune and Misfortune],]

[had that not been blatant manipulation right beneath this True Lord's eyes?]

[Unless...]

[A conclusion that made your scalp prickle emerged:]

[The [Nascent Soul True Lord] of the [Treasure Pavilion] was himself a participant!]

[[He] was one of the four True Lords who had stirred your [Fate Line]!]

[It was precisely his tacit approval, or even his encouragement, that had allowed you to step so "smoothly" into this deathtrap of interlocking schemes!]