As if sensing his intentions, the River of Fate beneath Han Xuanji's feet suddenly slowed its surging momentum, and the golden water rippled. The originally chaotic phantoms of the future converged in the direction he desired, as docile as tamed beasts.
Just then, deep within the River of Fate, a terrifying figure seated cross-legged within River of Fate slowly opened its eyes, its gaze profound and containing all-knowing wisdom.
His body remained motionless as the river water washed over him; anyone who saw this would doubt their own eyes.
This person is the Fate Lord, a great master who cultivates the Dao of Fate, and is also known as the " Sovereign of Fate ". Even the Devil Ancestor and the Merchant Venerable Juntian have to treat him with respect.
The Devil Ancestor also invited the Fate Lord One to join the Immortal-Exterminating Alliance, but the Fate Lord was at a crucial stage of cultivation at the time. He sensed the fluctuations of the River of Fate and was not distracted.
Who set the River of Fate in motion?
The Fate Lord looked somewhat impatient.
This River of Fate is his territory. No matter how powerful a being comes from the Chaos, they must show him respect, and even offer him "offerings" in order to be in accordance with the rules.
If even an ant were to step into the River of Fate, it would generally be driven away by the methods he had set up; those who were unlucky might die directly.
At this point, someone actually stepped inside without notifying him?
But when his divine sense swept over Han Xuanji's aura, he was quite surprised.
It was an unfamiliar aura, yet incredibly powerful.
"This person's cultivation in the Great Dao of Fate is no less than mine."
A sense of confusion arose in the Fate Lord's heart.
In the midst of Chaos, when did such a powerful figure of the Dao of Fate appear?
And he knew absolutely nothing about it?
He suddenly remembered a rumor that there was an extremely terrifying constitution in the Chaos, outside of fate, with infinite potential, called the Fate Void One.
Could it be that the other person has this constitution?
That's why I was able to cultivate to this level right under his nose.
Doubts arose in the mind of the Fate Lord this fate, and the Power of Fate around him quietly surged, rising in layers of waves according to his will. Each wave was wrapped with fine threads of cause and effect, attempting to penetrate the void barrier around Han Xuanji, to glimpse his past and future, and to confirm his own guesses.
No matter how he urged the power of the Great Dao of Fate, the moment his divine sense touched Han Xuanji's figure, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any feedback—no past trajectory, no future phantom, not even the current causal threads could leave the slightest mark on Han Xuanji, as if this person had never appeared in the Chaos, never had any entanglement with any living being, as if he were just a phantom that did not exist.
"As expected, it's the Fate Void Physique..."
The impatience in the Fate Lord's eyes gradually faded, replaced by solemnity and a hint of inquiry.
"In the Chaos, such a constitution truly exists in the world. No wonder I never sensed your existence."
He slowly rose, and the Power of Fate around him grew stronger. The entire Chaos River of Fate Destiny trembled, and the ancient past and future reflections in the river stopped, as if he had the entire flow of destiny under his control.
The figure of the Fate Lord appeared to still be sitting cross-legged in the long river, but in reality, he had already transcended the barriers of time and space, and appeared a hundred feet away from Han Xuanji in an instant, his gaze as deep as a pool, fixed on the mysterious powerhouse in front of him.
"You've stepped into the River of Fate; aren't you underestimating me?"
The voice of the Fate Lord was not loud, but it carried a weighty quality that seemed to span eternity, as if every word contained the weight of destiny, and the sound of the surrounding river was drowned out by his voice.
Some beings who had been observing the fluctuations here were now so frightened that they withdrew all their auras, not daring to even extend their divine senses, for fear of being affected by this confrontation between top experts.
Han Xuanji stood calmly above the long river, showing no emotion whatsoever in the face of his Fate Lord's questioning.
[ Ni Ming ( Fate Lord ): A master of the Great Dao of Fate Hunyuan Wuji Perfection, a supreme expert from the previous era, who rose from a small world. Sensing future changes in the Chaos, he went into seclusion. Your arrival caused him to end his seclusion early, which displeased him. He suspects you are the legendary Fate Void Physique and fears you threaten his position.]
Han Xuanji had just merged with the Fate Void Physique, and he could sense the Power of Fate on the Fate Lord very clearly. The Fate Lord in front of him was indeed a top power in the Dao of Fate in the Chaos. His cultivation had reached the Hunyuan Wuji Perfection. The power of the Dao of Fate he controlled was unpredictable. His combat strength was probably stronger than that of Devil Ancestor and others, and no less than that of Supreme Divine Venerable and Immortal Ancestor.
But Han Xuanji was naturally not afraid at all. If he said now that " Chaos is invincible," no one would dare to say anything against it.
Han Xuanji raised his hand and gently clenched it. A long sword, pure white, quietly appeared in his palm. It was the Great Dao Sacred Artifact he had just obtained by signing in— the Blade of Fate.
The longsword felt warm and smooth to the touch, yet it exuded a terrifying aura that could cut through anything. The sheer force emanating from the hilt was enough for Han Xuanji to realize that this sword was extraordinary.
Even the waves of the Chaos River of Fate became a little calmer.
"So what if you're here? What do you mean by looking down on you?"
Han Xuanji spoke calmly, his voice clear and resonant, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"This River of Fate is not your private property. I have come here to comprehend the Great Dao of Fate, so why should I inform you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible wave of energy emanated from Han Xuanji, forcefully dispelling the oppressive aura emanating from the Fate Lord.
At the same time, he gently raised the Blade of Fate in his hand, and a slender yet incomparably sharp golden Sword Qi pierced through the Chaos, heading straight for the Fate Lord. Wherever the Sword Qi aura passed, the River of Fate was severed, and waves splashed in the air.
The Fate Lord's expression hardened; he clearly hadn't expected Han Xuanji to be so domineering, attacking without a word.
He dared not be careless, and quickly formed hand seals. The Power of Fate around him condensed into a huge golden light shield. The light shield was covered with densely packed destiny runes, each rune representing the power of the past that was eroding this power.
"Clang--"
The moment the Sword Qi collided with the light shield, a loud bang was heard, and a golden halo instantly spread out, sweeping across the entire Chaos River of Fate.
The runes of fate on the light shield shattered one after another, countless threads of cause and effect broke, the body of the Fate Lord trembled slightly, and huge waves rose in the river beneath his feet. He was actually shaken by the power of this attack and fell into the River of Fate.
"Such immense power... Is this the Blade of Fate?"
A flicker of shock flashed in the eyes of the Fate Lord as they stared intently at the longsword in Han Xuanji's hand.
How is that possible?
The Fate Lord fate lingers in the River of Fate for countless years, partly to ensure their cultivation remains undisturbed, and partly to await the birth of the Blade of Fate and then obtain it.
At this moment, he still couldn't figure out where Han Xuanji had gotten it from.