Fate City.
Ming Shu knelt on the ground, his face bruised and swollen.
Members of the Dragon Sparrow Lineage surrounded him, their anger still simmering.
Directly before him stood Fate Throat, who had logged off not long ago.
At that moment, the fury in Fate Throat's eyes almost seemed to take physical form.
He looked down at Ming Shu kneeling on the ground, relief at having survived a catastrophe welling up within him.
Fortunately, the Eclipse Race had warned them in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
This brat from the Heaven-Ordained Lineage had actually tried to construct a Blood Sacrifice Array on Earth, intending to refine the entire planet.
His audacity knew no bounds.
Had he activated the array, there was no imagining how severe the consequences would have been.
The joy Fate Throat had only just begun to experience would have been utterly destroyed.
Even his Destiny Trajectory would have been cut short.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His long, silvery-white hair swirled without a breeze as his emotions surged.
"I told you to follow the trajectory. What were you doing?" Fate Throat's voice carried a bone-piercing chill.
Still kneeling on the ground, Ming Shu's mask had been shattered, exposing a face covered in bruises, his eyes swollen to slits.
He had just tried to raise his head when the Dragon Sparrow Lineage members' furious glares forced him to lower it again. His words came out slurred:
"I... I jusht wanted to verify the Destiny Trajectory you left behind, and finally found the spatial coordinates you left... But after crossing space, I discovered this world was incredibly barren... I thought I'd gotten the coordinates wrong..."
Through Ming Shu's account, Fate Throat learned the full sequence of events.
The root of everything