Such a scene shocked Liu Wuxie.

I put down this line of destiny and grabbed a line of destiny, which turned out to be Xiao Qian's line of destiny.

Liu Wuxie did not look carefully and peeked into the fate of others, which was very likely to destroy his fate and disrupt his fate line.

In the stone wall of fate, the passage of time cannot be sensed.

Liu Wuxie no longer knew how long he had been in there. He thought about leaving, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not leave here.

...

"It's been half a month, Junior Brother Liu hasn't appeared yet. The heavenly realm has been very uneasy recently. I heard that many unknown small realms merged with the Zhongsan Domain. The cultivators in these small realms have a cultivation level that is more than the Zhongsan Domain.

It's even more powerful."

Sun Xiao looked anxious.

There are only a dozen days left before the chaotic times come.

The Zhongsan Realm has been extremely uneasy these days, and some sects have begun to fight each other in order to seize resources.

Three big suns appeared above the sky, causing the temperature in the entire three regions to rise sharply.

"Three days of merger, the troubled times are finally coming."

Han Feizi calculated with his hands, and a deep look of worry appeared on his face.

The lower domain, the middle domain, the upper domain, and the three domains gradually merged and eventually turned into a complete continent.

Three hundred thousand years ago, the three continents were originally one.

"Brother Han, do you think Junior Brother Liu can successfully understand the art of fate?"

After so long, my junior brother has no information at all, which makes Sun Xiao very worried.

"Don't worry, I've taken a hexagram for Brother Liu. The hexagram shows good luck. It should be in these few days before you can get out of seclusion."

Han Feizi looked comforting tone.

He did not tell Sun Xiao that he calculated it a hundred times, only once appeared good, and the remaining ninety-nine times were all bad.

It means that Liu Wuxie died for a lifetime, and the art of fate is not so easy to comprehend.

The festive atmosphere of the Galman Temple is not as strong as before, and many disciples are discussing it privately.

So long has passed, why has the palace master not yet started?

Liu Wuxie was also extremely anxious. He seemed to have grasped his fate, but he didn't. The mysterious artistic conception made him crazy.

"Fate, fate comes first, then luck comes. I understand!"
Chapter completed!