Behind Fu Sanyuan, a Huntian Star Disc covered in celestial orbits and the images of the sixty-four hexagrams thundered into being!
Three hundred and sixty-five primary stars and fourteen thousand eight hundred secondary stars slowly revolved along the paths of the Zhou Tian Star-Dipper Formation. Every star represented a thread of fate, and every halo held a sliver of uncertainty.
The star disc slowly rotated backward, emitting a grating, agonizing screech, as though it would shatter in the next instant along with the figure who dared defy heaven and rewrite his fate.
Fu Sanyuan's face was white as paper. Blood began seeping from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, yet his eyes shone with startling brightness.
He would force a variable into this predetermined thread of fate-"death by Return to Origin"-and twist a stretch of causality to create a thread of survival for himself.
He would even obscure heaven's secrets concerning "who would perish"!
Fu Sanyuan plucked at empty air with both hands. With every movement, several stars on the disc flickered and shifted, creating countless false afterimages of destiny and mists of causality.
"This one, this one, and this one-none of them work." He muttered to himself, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
"What about this one? No, that won't work either. The weight of causality is too great... just a little more!"
His thread of fate twisted violently, trying to escape the "dead knot" forged by that gray vortex.
However,
"Too late."
Yun Qing's calm voice rang out, piercing all the starlight and workings of fate.
With his hands loosely cupped together, he gently turned them toward Fu Sanyuan.
"Return to Origin."
Boom-!
The gray vortex hovering at the center of the Nine Palaces abruptly expanded, swallowing the entire second-tier platform, Fu Sanyuan, and his fate-defying technique in