"Those who dare to defy destiny shall face divine wrath."
Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu's voice was devoid of emotion, coldly echoing through the River of Space-Time:
"Your time is almost up."
"We blaze a trail for all living creatures. The Master of Heavenly Fortune has long been dead, where is this destiny you speak of?!"
The response came from Fu Pinglan's furious roar.
At this moment, Fu Pinglan's eyes burned with a fire yearning to break fate, nothing like his later lifeless appearance. The Tao Tribulation Stick in his hand trembled violently, the ancient golden patterns etched on the stick blazing with a blinding blood light, as if ignited.
The blood light was so intense, it dyed the eternal years crimson.
