The Curtain Falls!

The Iron Hook, mottled with rust, hung alone at the edge of the Deep Space Graveyard.

Chaos Flow coiled around it like a giant python exhaling its last breath, its scales covered in patchy white scars.

These were the traces left behind by piece after piece on the chessboard.

"Yi Xing, half a move ahead of Heaven..."

The Middle-aged Man's face was wooden, devoid of anger. He merely ran his fingers over the Anchor of Destiny, and rust slowly spread from his fingertips, filling in its wounds.

Beside him, Xie Sen trembled with fear, secretly sizing up this unimaginable great figure, his heart shaking without end.

An Ancient One—Heaven's Mandate!

Even if beaten to death, he would never have imagined that one day, he would stand before such a great figure.

Before coming here, he had not even understood what "Ancient One" truly meant.

More importantly,

Beo had sent him here because of the "fortune" upon him, while this Ancient One was named Heaven's Mandate...

Heaven's Mandate's indifferent gaze swept over him, seeing through Xie Sen's thoughts at a glance as he spoke numbly.

"Do not be afraid. I will not eat you. No, that is not right..."

His words paused, as though he had recalled something. He gently shook his head.

"Fate attracts and repels. Before Heaven's Mandate, you should be afraid."

Xie Sen's eyes went blank at those words, utterly baffled.

Still, he finally relaxed somewhat and hurriedly tried to make the most of this hard-won chance at survival.

"Lord Heaven's Mandate, Lord Beo said that I am a 'Lone Star of Doom'..."

"Beo?" Heaven's Mandate frowned slightly and interrupted him.

"He does not understand Fate."

His words were calm, without mockery or disdain, as if he were merely stating a fact.

"But... but..."

Xie Sen stammered, images