Fate-Trace Assembly Order · Star Abyss Opens the War

In the Fate Bedchamber, a soft silver light fell, Xingheng slowly placed the Star Abyss Fate Contract Ring, engraved with the names "Che Ming and Xingheng," into her sleeve, the last trace of doubt in her eyes dissipating.

Qin Yu stood solemnly before him, his expression calm and grave, and said in a clear voice:

"My lord, Xingheng, I have come not only to seek a change in my fate, but also to serve as a warning."

"Tomorrow— the Dark Nether Army will besiege the Fate Que Divine Temple!"

"This catastrophe is not a small-scale conflict, but a devastating war that will completely destroy the Fate Que and annihilate the Immortal Source Clan!"

"The Lord of the Che Ming perished in this battle, and the Fate Que lay dormant at the bottom of the sea for a full hundred epochs until we returned against the tide, at which point the Fate Hall shone once more."

These words caused an immediate, deathly silence to fall over the Fate Bedchamber.

Upon hearing this, Xingheng's expression changed again, her silver brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't ask a single more question. Instead, she asked in a low voice:

"Are you sure?" "How did you know?"

Qin Yu cupped his hands and whispered, "Although I cannot elaborate, as you said before—I am the writer of the Blade of Fate, the one who writes fate, and I do not speak falsehoods."

"The reason why the Star Abyss Fate Contract Ring appeared in the future is precisely because you were the only survivor after that calamity."

Upon hearing this, Xingheng's expression changed slightly, and the teacup in her hand quietly cracked.

Her voice finally lowered, trembling almost imperceptibly. "You said... I'm the only one in the future?"

"And you come from the future?"

Qin Yu nodded and responded firmly:

"Now that you are still alive and your Fate Que has not collapsed, this is the only chance to reverse fate and save the Immortal Source."

Qin Yu's gaze was like a frost-covered blade slicing through the air, brooking no falsehood.

A long silence followed.

Xingheng finally composed herself, looked up, and said, "Okay, I believe you."

Her tone was no longer calm; instead, it was more resolute than ever before.

"This matter concerns the entire Fate Que. I will immediately take you to the main hall to meet my husband, the Lord of Fate-Traces, Che Ming."

"Only he can command all the Immortal Source Guard Army and deploy them in advance."

Xingheng nodded, a hint of unprecedented coldness and decisiveness flashing in her eyes:

As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeve and the gate to the Fate Bedchamber quietly opened, revealing a starlight staircase leading to the deepest part of the Fate Que. The long staircase, like a waterfall of silver, led to the core of the temple.

Qin Yu and his group immediately followed.

Zi Xue asked softly, "Her husband, Che Ming... is he the one who sits on the throne in the temple, with an incorruptible divine body?"

Yan Yue nodded, her gaze slightly darkening. "If there are no surprises, then it is."

Extinguished Light and Yunyi also had unusually solemn expressions. They vaguely sensed that the Lord of Fate-Traces they were about to meet was no ordinary person.

--Fate Que Hall of Destiny·Stairway to Stars

At the end of the stairs, a magnificent palace gate constructed from the Cause Annihilation of the Milky Way slowly opened, like a hub leading to the destiny of all the heavens.

Inside the main hall, ninety-nine starlight pillars pierce the dome, supporting the destiny order of the entire Fate Que clan.

In the very center of the main hall, a throne, seemingly the very center of destiny, stood silently—that was:

The Fate-Trace Star Imperial Throne – forged from three thousand causal stars and billions of years of destiny, only the Lord of Destiny can ascend it.

A figure was already seated on the throne.

This [Main Hall of Fate Que], under the rule of Che Ming, the Lord of Lord of Fate-Traces, is as magnificent as the axis of fate—the dome is suspended high with the stars of destiny, and the walls are inlaid with Xingyun patterns accumulated over millions of years. Every brick and every line is like a stele of destiny carved by the gods.

The throne at the very center—formed from the core of the Star Abyss, with the flow of Fate-Cause and the rise and fall of the Milky Way, and countless causes and effects whispering around it, as if the Nine Heavens Star Realm surrounds it on its own, so that even Heaven and Earth dare not approach it even slightly.

Seated there was none other than the True Lord of Immortal Source:

Lord of Fate-Traces - Che Ming

His expression was solemn, his silver-blue battle armor draped over him as if woven from millions of stars, his figure as if forged by destiny. He did not move, yet he seemed to bear the logic of the entire universe's order, becoming the very center of the laws without uttering a word.

On either side of Che Ming stood two imposing figures, one wielding the "Star-Sinking Nether-Slaying Spear" and the other clad in the "Fate-Balance Crimson Armor," their auras so powerful that even Yan Yue slightly restrained her divine presence.

These two individuals are both Destiny -Twin Guards of the Fate Rank personally appointed by the Lord of Fate-Traces, guarding the main hall's life gate, their status second only to Che Ming and Xingheng.

On either side of the main hall, beneath a forest of divine pillars, stood more than sixty powerful figures, each a key general of the Immortal Source Clan, a Star Palace Master, or a Life Seal Envoy. Any one of them, if placed in the outside world, would be enough to dominate a star sea.

They stood in neat rows, their eyes filled with doubt, vigilance, and scrutiny... all looking at Qin Yu and his group who had been led there by Xingheng.

And at the very front of these sixty-odd powerful figures was—

That majestic and powerful figure who first met Qin Yu in the future Fate Que Divine Temple and later led them into the Fate-Trace Establishment Hall.

He is still young, dressed in a star-studded battle robe, holding a silver halberd in his right hand and his left hand behind his back. With his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he is clearly at the peak of his life.

When his gaze met Qin Yu's, he vaguely sensed an inexplicable sense of familiarity... but he couldn't quite pinpoint the cause.

Qin Yu already understood—this person was the guardian sitting on the Galaxy Battle Throne in the Fate-Trace Establishment Hall, the one who would lead the way when they arrived in the future.

Beneath the Fate Ring, life hangs by a thread.

This is a fateful reversal never recorded in history— Qin Yu and others have officially stepped into "that battle," and their status as protagonists is quietly causing ripples of shock throughout the entire Immortal Source Clan.

At this moment, Xingheng finally spoke.

She stood beneath the throne, bowed slightly, and gazed at the man as serene as the lord of the stars:

"Lord of Fate-Traces —there is something important I need to report to you."

Inside the main hall of destiny, starlight cascaded like a waterfall, and the rhythm of the universe murmured softly.

On the high seat, the Lord of Fate-Traces, Che Ming, frowned slightly. He did not move, but the pressure was like stars pressing down from the sky, and the space and time of the entire main hall seemed to stand still for half a breath.

His gaze slowly fell on Xingheng and the five people behind her, his voice as if a divine mandate had descended from the heavens, calm and authoritative:

"Madam, why did you personally come to the main hall? And why bring outsiders in? This is not your usual practice."

Who are these people?

Although his voice contained no anger, it possessed an undeniable calmness—all the generals, divine messengers, and divine warriors present bowed their heads in silence, and even the elements of destiny in the air seemed to freeze.

Xingheng did not retreat, but instead stepped forward, her eyes clear and firm.

She said, "My husband, these are not outsiders; I personally invited them from the Fate Bedchamber."

"These five individuals are all extraordinary, hailing from the Fate Abyss, a realm beyond countless epochs— the Source of Epochless."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire room was stunned!

The five characters "Source of Epochless" resounded like thunder.

That is a transcendent realm recorded in countless ancient eras billions of years ago, the ultimate realm that all cultivators, including True Immortal Emperor, Dao Ancestor, Heavenly Lords, and Rulers, dream of reaching. It can be said to be the end of the Immortal Path, the return of life's origin.

At this moment, the more than sixty generals and war gods on both sides of the main hall were all shocked, and several generals even showed surprise and doubt.

--The Source of Epochless?

How could... cultivators have come from a realm of such existence?

Che Ming frowned slightly, his gaze finally settling on Qin Yu. His eyes shimmered with a galaxy-like light, as if he could instantly pierce through time and destiny. He didn't immediately press for answers, but instead said in a deep voice:

"You come from the Source of Epochless?"

Qin Yu slowly took a step forward, respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a firm and resolute voice:

"Junior Qin Yu, one of the cultivators of the Source of Epochless."

"I have come here not to be an enemy, nor to spy, but to make changes."

"Change the dark destiny that is destined to descend upon the Fate Que Divine Temple... the path of destruction."

In short, the entire main hall fell silent.

Only the distant dome of destiny trembled slightly, and a faint light flashed by.

Che Ming's expression changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed:

"What did you say?"

"You mean—the Palace of Fate Que is in danger of being destroyed?"

Xingheng nodded and said in a deep voice, "Husband, they are not talking nonsense."

"I have witnessed the proof of the destiny pact; they came from the future and know all the details of the fate of that battle."

"If we don't prepare soon... by tomorrow dusk, the Fate Que Divine Temple may truly plunge into the Fate Abyss."

Upon hearing this, no one in the entire hall dared to speak again; the silence was as still as the death of the universe.

Lord of Fate-Traces, Che Ming, finally slowly stood up.

His figure instantly transformed into a pillar of causality in the Milky Way, his aura spanning countless ages, his gaze like two ancient star streams looking towards Qin Yu.

He uttered a low voice:

"... Very well. Since you are a newcomer from the future, then assist me in this battle to protect the Fate Que."

"If what you say is true, my Immortal Source Fate Que Clan swears an oath of life-or-death alliance with you!"

Inside the main hall of Fate Que Palace, as the words of the Lord of Fate-Traces, Che Ming, fell, the atmosphere of the main hall, which had been as calm as a starry sea, suddenly changed.

The generals looked at each other, whispering amongst themselves.

"From the future? How is that possible...?"

"The Source of Epochless? Is it not a dream of ten thousand ages? How can one possibly set foot there?"

"Dark Nether Army... My Fate Que Divine Temple is the pinnacle of Immortal Source, how could it fall so easily?"

"But if Xingheng Lord says is true..."

The discussions grew louder, and even a few veteran generals frowned slightly, their eyes revealing hesitation and disbelief.

At that moment, Xingheng's gaze swept across the entire hall, her clear eyes showing no wavering.

She walked slowly forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Che Ming, and spoke softly, her voice firm and powerful:

"My husband, I understand all your doubts."

"But look at this Fate Cause Memory Stone, it was given to them personally by my future self."

With a gentle wave of her hand, a jade stone enveloped in starlight and galaxy slowly emerged, crystal clear, its interior reflecting the illusory image of a woman—the future Xingheng, her expression solemn, uttering words of memory:

"If Qin Yu and the others hand this stone to my past self and Che Ming, it means that the Dark Fate Track has already been opened, and the Fate Que will fall into the Abyss of Life and Death. If you believe in it, you can defy fate and live; if you do not believe in it, then... the Fate Track will surely collapse."

At the same time, Xingheng also took out the [Star Abyss Fate Contract Ring], gently lifted it up, and the names "Xingheng" and "Che Ming" on the ring slowly flowed in the starry river, surrounded by light, and the aura was extremely familiar. Several Immortal Source God Generals immediately changed their expressions.

Xingheng spoke again, her words resolute:

"This is a ring binding our destinies; there is no other like it in the world."

"If even I don't believe in my future self, then what right does my Immortal Source Clan have to stand at the pinnacle of the era?"

She turned to look at Che Ming, her gaze both solemn and gentle:

"My husband, I believe you will make the right choice."

At this moment, the main hall fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Then, a powerful pressure suddenly descended, like a collapsing galaxy, shaking the entire Fate Que Divine Temple!

Lord of Fate-Traces, Che Ming, slowly rose, his cloak fluttering, his voice like thunder piercing the sky, echoing throughout the main hall:

"--Listen quietly."

Everyone in the hall fell silent, bowing their heads. Even those who still harbored doubts dared not utter a word.

Che Ming's gaze swept over each general, commander, and spirit of the formation, and he slowly said:

"Since the precepts of the Xingheng Lord and my future self were issued, I have come to believe in the infallibility of cause and effect."

"If I, Che Ming, dare not even face the future trajectory of my destiny, how can I be worthy of Lord of Fate-Traces!"

"From this moment forward--"

His voice suddenly boomed, like stars exploding in the sky:

"All palace staff, heed my Fate Que Grand Array!"

"Generals take their positions, the divine army assembles, the main formation unfolds, and the celestial map returns to its place!"

"The Fate Que is about to enter a state of combat readiness—we are fearless in this battle, but there must be no mistakes, and the morale of the troops must not be shaken!"

Rumble! The dome of destiny trembles once more!

The entire Fate Que Divine Temple seemed to awaken instantly, with streaks of starlight rising from the ground, and Immortal Source patterns appearing on each of the ninety-nine divine pillars, while countless starlight weapon-forging patterns rapidly activated!

The generals responded in unison, their voices like thunder:

"--I obey the command of the Lord of Fate-Traces!"

Xingheng glanced back at Qin Yu and the others, a faint starlight flickering in her eyes:

"From this moment forward, you and I will fight side by side, our Fate Que intertwined."

Qin Yu slowly nodded. "I will not retreat in this battle."