In the outside world.
"Do you... know who this man is?"
In a secluded ancient land, an old man in gray robes slowly spoke. His voice was exceedingly low, yet several True Immortals around him turned to look at once.
Some shook their heads.
Some remained silent.
Yet none dared rashly divine his identity.
The old man drew a deep breath, as though recalling some exceedingly distant memory:
"If these old eyes have not mistaken him-"
"He should hail from the Calamity Ruins Heavenly Continent beyond the Nine Provinces."
The air abruptly froze.
The Calamity Ruins Heavenly Continent was no ordinary domain of the Immortal Continent.
It was a magnificent Immortal Continent shattered long ago in an epochal war. To this day, no one knew who had shattered it.
There was no complete Great Dao there.
No stable laws.
Only-
Endless wreckage of karma!
According to legend, every strand of light drifting through the Calamity Ruins was a severed fragment of an epoch's destiny.
Any being capable of surviving there was, in itself, a monstrous prodigy.
Someone murmured:
"The Calamity Ruins Heaven Domain... didn't it collapse and perish in the last epoch?"
The gray-robed old man slowly shook his head:
"What collapsed was heaven and earth, never the living beings."
There were few rumors about him.
But every one was enough to shake an epoch.
First, he had severed the River of Fate.
Legend had it that before the Calamity Ruins Heaven Domain shattered completely, a River of Destiny had run through the Thirty-Six Worlds.
That river recorded the karma of all living beings.
No one could touch it.
No one could alter it.
Yet the Fate-Calamity Heavenly Emperor had ventured alone into the source of the River of Fate.
Within three steps-
He severed thirty percent of its destiny.