"Conjoined Branch!"
Jiang Yang no longer suppressed his divine powers. A vast, resonant voice spread throughout the Great Void, proclaiming the birth of a newly ascended Purple Mansion True Person.
Boom!
With a muffled crash, the rain clouds overhead scattered in an instant, leaving clear blue skies without a cloud for ten thousand miles.
His divine powers spread unchecked, rippling outward. The world in Jiang Yang's eyes had become utterly different, as though made anew.
Countless threads crossed and interwove like a densely woven net suspended above everyone's heads. Some were red, others pink, their colors vivid. Peach fragrance suffused the air, spreading without end.
Wherever his fate divine power shone, Conjoined Branch could sense; wherever his spirit sense reached, his divine power held sway.
For a moment, astonishment, envy, delight, jealousy, fear, curiosity, and all manner of tangled emotions rose like bubbles that burst the instant they swelled.
Jiang Yang lowered his eyes. Once his divine power unfolded, every cultivator was enveloped in this woven net, and the slightest ripple in their emotions was as clear to him as the lines on his palm.
Falling into it was like becoming prey caught in a spider's web. No matter how deep and dark their thoughts, they could not hide them from him; no matter how heaven-reaching their methods, they could not escape his grasp.
Such was the terror of a fate divine power.
Of course, this was only its most basic application. Though fate divine powers each had their own focus, most could discern thoughts. It was simply rare for one to have a reach as broad as Conjoined Branch.
This divine power's true ability lay in manipulating karma and destiny. Though Jiang Yang had only just gained command of it, its many wonders were already flowing through his mind.