A small red thread was conjured before him. The thread emanated unbridled beastly power. It belonged to the Heaven Devouring Tiger, the King Beast that was still being relentlessly pummeled by Wei Chen.
The Fate Weaving Sovereign reached out with his left hand and once again channeled his power, this time attempting to conjure another thread.
But after a moment passed, no thread appeared.
He increased his power further.
"Hm?"
He tilted his head. Although the golden mask completely concealed his expression, it could not hide the confusion that slipped into his voice.
He turned his gaze toward the mirror displaying the situation in the Lower Realm.
Wei Chen was still there, still relentlessly pummeling the Heaven Devouring Tiger.
The Fate Weaving Sovereign raised his left hand once more. This time, the air grew heavy and solemn. Staring into the mirror, he slowly reached out and closed his eyes, attempting to sense the fluctuations and movements of fate once again.
