At this moment, Yang Ji felt that he could kill an ordinary True Immortal with just a flick of his finger, an overwhelmingly powerful sensation that made him feel invincible.
Yet he did not wallow in it for long before he began frowning again, sinking back into his previous doubts.
"Destiny? Could this really be my fate, Yang Ji? Even the Wheel of Destiny makes way for it, or is it because the Wheel of Destiny is fated to be with me?" Yang Ji wondered, slowly raising his hand to look at the four pieces of the Wheel of Destiny in his palm.
"Heavenly Secret is unpredictable, destiny is profound? When I refine my calculation techniques and deduce everything, then I will know all the causes and connections," he mused.
Yang Ji clenched his fist, grasping the four pieces of the Wheel of Destiny tightly, and stopped thinking about it.
