"Great Lord of Fate, I am Haotian, the former ruler of the Heavenly Court."
"I have come today under orders to seek your cooperation with the God of the Void. If we join forces, conquering the entire Primordial World will be no problem."
Haotian was extremely cautious and did not go straight inside.
Instead, he lingered outside the Cave Abode.
He had spared these Children of Fate to gain leverage over the Lord of Fate.
Besides, the Lord of Fate would never suspect that he had come to target him.
The Lord of Fate sat inside the Cave Abode. His strength had now recovered to the eighth heaven of the Saint Realm, and he had once been an expert at the ninth heaven of the Saint Realm.
He feared no one.
But he knew all too well that Haotian had certainly not come with good intentions.
He sighed softly. "The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is already rising!"
He had long since sensed the changes in the Immortal Realm.
A great massacre had wiped out almost every living being in the Immortal Realm.
Yet even so, all these Children of Fate had survived.
What had earned them that privilege? This probably boded ill, too.
He slowly opened the doors of the Cave Abode and walked straight outside.
"Haotian, although I do not know what you relied on to reach the eighth heaven, let me tell you this: when it comes to cultivation, only what you cultivate yourself is truly solid."
"Everything else is an illusion. If you become lost in it, fate will never favor you in the end."
Haotian's spirits soared as he watched the Lord of Fate emerge.
He had already secretly sent Luoyang a message. The God of the Void would arrive soon.
Then, with