Enshrouded by the river of destiny, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord felt himself a part of this flowing river.
In the face of destiny, even a Heavenly Lord was but a solitary boat in the universe, at any moment ready to be burned to ashes by the wrath of heaven and earth.
Countless thunderbolts roared above the river of destiny, innumerable clouds of tribulation surged toward Fang Cheng. The consequences of interfering with destiny began to emerge as the tribulations meant for humanity rushed toward this place, intent on tearing Fang Cheng apart.
At that moment, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord felt like a grasshopper caught in a cage, with a mischievous child peering in from outside, sizing him up in ways he could not comprehend.
But just as he thought his soul would scatter, he discovered a towering figure appearing before him.
Fang Cheng stood before him; myriad tribulations melted like ice and snow before him, not a single speck falling.
