Ember Skywalker

Chapter 36: The River of Destiny and Star Titan
“Yeah, the time is coming.

From today on, you are the inheritor of Ziyuan Xumian.

Don't disgrace Xing Zhu, and don't let my inheritance be cut off."

"I will!"

"Very good. Farewell, my disciple."

Hellfire's body began to disintegrate.

“Alas, I don’t know where this child’s fate will go.

Star Punishment is a divine object of destiny..."

A low sigh came from the Hellfire's mouth, but it was not something Raven could hear.

"Oh, there's something I almost forgot!"

Seeing that only slag was left of the Hellfire, Wittgenstein's urgent voice suddenly rang out.

"Using pulsation meditation requires a huge amount of energy, so you must increase your physical strength as soon as possible, otherwise..."

puff!
The hellfire turned into powder and there was no sound anymore.

"Teacher, what else?"

Raven asked urgently.

Where is the sound?

"Hey, please give me a complete sentence." Raven smiled bitterly.

He collected the powder on the ground, put it in a box, and buried it in the yard.

It was written on the box: The guardian of Ziyuan Xumian, teacher Wittgenstein.

He didn't dare to set up a memorial tablet as this matter was of such importance that he couldn't let other people know about it.

A huge sense of loss came over me.

Although he spent a short time with Wittgenstein, he could feel his feelings for him, which was truly selfless care.

What a pity that it is so short, like a shooting star passing by.

The sun rises, and it's a new day.

Raven walked towards the White Tower in a depressed mood.

Although he got the Star Punishment, he couldn't be happy.

Deep in the endless void of the starry sea, a vast and strange space suddenly vibrated.

Golden spots of light were floating everywhere in the space. They were densely packed and flickered, like billions of stars.

Among them, a spot of light suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance.

"Alas! My bloodline has been cut off, and Star Punisher finally fell into the hands of the alien race."

An ancient and vicissitudes of life voice sounded, revealing sadness.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless points of light in the space dimmed, leaving only a dozen or so still glowing.

They form a strangely curved line from beginning to end.

It was a line of birth and death that could not be described in any language or even thought. It seemed to have crossed space and time, and the very end of the line was the newly lit spot of light.

No one knew where this line was pointing or what it indicated, but an indescribable force of destiny emanated from it.

A majestic giant, a kilometer tall, appeared in front of the line, quietly observing its direction.

In front of this line, the majestic giant is as small as an ant in front of the long river.

Even if he is a Star Titan.

In the face of the long river of fate, we are so insignificant.

"After a thousand years of planning, at the cost of severing my bloodline, I finally lit up the anchor of fate again, and got a glimpse of a change in the long river of fate.

It turns out that the seed of destiny fell in that star sequence domain."

Star Titan's eyes became colorful, as if he could see the end of the sea of ​​stars.

The golden light is the anchor of destiny he has laid for thousands of years.

Each anchor of destiny contains a strange power and can foretell the direction of destiny.

Of course, it's just a possibility, because fate is so mysterious.

There are countless possibilities in fate, so he also spreads countless anchors of fate.

These anchors of destiny can be large or small, important or insignificant.

Once a certain light lights up, it means that a certain destiny may be triggered, which provides a glimpse into the direction of the long river of destiny.

This is the meaning of the anchor of destiny.

And after a certain anchor of destiny is lit, all other anchors of destiny will disappear except those that have already occurred.

This means that those may no longer exist.

This is the magic, or majesty, of destiny’s infinite possibilities and unique reality.

"However, with my power, it is still difficult to see clearly. I must report to my destiny as soon as possible, so that I can gain an advantage in this war."

Star Titan sighed.

The anchors of destiny are scattered among billions of living beings in the starry sea of ​​​​the prologue, how many tens of millions?
Some of these were arranged by him personally, while others were derived from his arrangements.

Although it all comes back to his source, it is impossible for him to see all the information.

This leads to a vague understanding of the direction of destiny, and only the Creator can see further.

The sound gradually faded away, and Star Titan disappeared into a streak of light.

Next, he will follow the flow of the long river of destiny, starting from that star sequence domain, and cast the anchor of destiny again.

They will light up again when triggered by something in the future.

Another mysterious void.

A towering giant several thousand meters tall floated in the dark kingdom, with thick golden chains wrapped around his body.

Countless black lightning bolts were flying around his body, so dense that it seemed like he was soaked in plasma.

The space within tens of thousands of kilometers around was boiling and gradually turned into nothingness.

His inhuman face was vaguely visible in the lightning, his eyes were tightly closed, looking eerie and terrifying.

It is the God of Thunder Prison.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his compound eyes composed of hundreds of small eyes began to move continuously.

Countless images flashed by, and finally stopped at a huge green sword.

That sword was Wittgenstein's magic weapon.

It is heading towards the edge of the sea of ​​stars, carrying a trail of destiny.

Wherever it passed, space folded, and in an instant, no one knew how many star fields it had passed through.

The God of Thunder's cheeks twitched.

He couldn't travel through space in this way either, as it had escaped from its own confinement before.

Just now he had glimpsed several fragments of fate, and each one filled him with fear.

Because the end of each fragment is endless darkness.

For a god, this was the most obvious omen of disaster.

Finally, he saw the greatsword fall into a plane, which was a low-level plane.

He was about to continue tracking when suddenly, a mysterious force appeared in the void around Xumian, blocking his sight.

"Who! Who is disturbing me!"

The God of Thunder Prison was furious, and the space within tens of thousands of kilometers was instantly reduced to rubble and completely exploded into nothingness.

Just now, he used the power of the Anchor of Destiny and finally locked onto the greatsword. He got a glimpse of a fragment of fate, which made him extremely terrified.

Just when he wanted to spy further, it was destroyed at the last moment.

This means that there are other beings also spying on this fragment of fate!

And it must be more powerful than him, otherwise it would be impossible to interfere with him.

This made him deeply uneasy.

Because this often means a secret duel of fate, and may even lead to backlash with unpredictable consequences.

But when he thought of the artifact and the foreshadowing of fate he had seen earlier, his expression darkened.

"I have locked onto that place, and soon my power will be projected over there!"

After saying this, his real body flew towards the direction where the greatsword fell, crossing hundreds of star fields in an instant.

Even at this speed, he knew it would take a long time to get there.

However, he must change that piece of fate and never allow fate to develop in that direction!

When Raven arrived at the White Tower, he went to class first, then went to Feyre's small building to collect various materials according to his requirements.

The old man's house was full of materials, including metals, stones, and various animal skins.

The descendants of the ancient beasts are powerful beasts with the ability to burn.

In Qinglan, many powerful monsters had appeared, but they all disappeared in the long river of history.

They appeared suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere.

It disappeared suddenly again, and no one could tell why.

However, the bloodlines of these magical beasts were passed down, but they were much thinner, resulting in the descendants of today.

Even so, the fur and crystal core of the beast still contain powerful combustion power, which is an excellent material for making demonic weapons.

"Boy, you seem to be in a bad mood today, what's wrong?" Feiye looked at him sideways.

"Nothing, I didn't sleep well last night." Raven made an excuse.

"Go to the test bench and I'll give you some spirit."

(End of this chapter)