Chapter 1 Rumble

*Ka ka ka*~

Lin Boxun slowly clenched his fist, and a groan of the void unable to bear the weight came from between his fingers. The immense power within his body was almost bursting forth.

"The power of a single scale is already like this. What would the scene be like with the power of a *jiao*, a god, a dragon, or even a human?"

Lin Boxun looked at the rolling sea of clouds through the car window with his gray-white eyes, and muttered to himself, but he also had doubts: "Da Zao Ji, you once said that if I obtained the power of a single scale, my lifespan could exceed a thousand years, so why hasn't my lifespan increased?"

In his mind, a indifferent voice then resounded:

You are only thirty years old, and you still have a hundred years to live. Why are you in such a hurry to increase your lifespan? If your strength is inferior to others, even if you have ten thousand years of lifespan, you may be destroyed by others! The armored soldiers you cursed to death, what good is it that everyone has a lifespan of three hundred years? Longevity is not immortality! Ultimate power is the cornerstone of longevity.

Lin Boxun's brow relaxed, and he felt relieved: "You're right, power is everything."

The power of a single insect can rival a hundred people, and the power of a single scale can destroy cities and break armies, one ride being worth ten thousand. There is a reason why he can improve to this extent in such a short period.

"It's just a pity about those guards. They were quite loyal..."

Lin Boxun sighed slightly.

He is not from this world, but how can people be without emotions?

These armored soldiers had accompanied him for about twenty years, and he had cursed them to death like this, so naturally there would be some waves in his heart.

The world is a jungle! The throne of the strong must be cast with bones, what do a mere thousand people count for? The origin of that person outside is several times stronger than the thousand people you killed. You are already being merciful by not taking action!

Da Zao Ji's voice was indifferent and ruthless, without the slightest fluctuation, as cold as iron.

"Going to the imperial capital is unpredictable, and leaving Commander Fang is more beneficial than harmful. What's more, I can't kill Commander Fang with my current cultivation."

Lin Boxun shook his head in his heart, not letting the rising power cloud his mind.

Fang Shanmin's golden core has been formed, and he can destroy cities and open mountains with a single thought. His power is no less than that of a *jiao*. Even if he is not on guard against him and he has a secret technique, it will be difficult to curse him to death.

Because you have not yet cultivated true supernatural powers, the curse you exchanged is just a small path. If you have real supernatural powers in hand, fighting across realms is just commonplace!

"True supernatural powers..."

Lin Boxun shook his head slightly, and in his gray-white eyes, a wisp of flowing light manifested into text.

This is the only supernatural power he can manifest at this time. It is the supernatural power he manifested after slaughtering thousands of guards:

Celestial Compass: Source power required 99,999 points, rank requirement: one scale.

"Celestial Compass..."

Lin Boxun exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and in his gray-white eyes, the shadow of a compass rose and fell.

All things are born with their own destiny. Some are born as kings and nobles, and some are humble. This is all due to the favor of destiny. The Celestial Compass can peek into destiny. The thicker the destiny, the stronger the origin.

Lin Boxun did not answer. The moment he saw the compass, the world in front of him was no longer a dim, gray-white color. The world became vivid in his eyes.

It has been more than twenty years since he came to this world, and this is the first time he has seen the color of this world. For a moment, his expression became a little dazed.

"Destiny... Origin..."

Lin Boxun muttered to himself and activated the power of the Celestial Compass.

*Buzz*~

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the world in front of him changed again.

"This is..."

Lin Boxun's heart was shocked.

The rolling sea of clouds and scattered sunlight were still the same colors as before, but at this time, he saw lines of different colors, some thick and some thin.

The lines seemed to be endless, mottled and extremely complicated, not knowing where they started or how high they went.

However, between the interlacing, a huge and unimaginable network was outlined above the firmament!

Is this destiny?

Lin Boxun was shocked in his heart. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fang Shanmin, who was driving the car, with white mist rolling above his head, with a faint, almost imperceptible red dot in between.

"White air, red air? Is this the amount and level of destiny?"

As soon as the doubt arose in Lin Boxun's heart, Da Zao Ji's voice resounded in his mind:

All things have their own destiny. Even you, who do not belong to this world, will still have luck when you come to this world. There are six colors of destiny, combined into gray, white, red, azure, gold, and purple.

Those whose luck is exhausted and gray, if they are plants and trees, are roadside weeds; if they are beasts, they are pigs, dogs, birds, and sparrows raised by humans; if they are humans, they are mediocre beings, walking corpses, living in a daze for half their lives, and may not even see the light.

Those who are gray with white are the spiritual ginseng and good medicine among plants and trees, the elves among beasts, and the outstanding among humans. If they engage in business, they will surely accumulate wealth and become wealthy merchants; if they become officials, they can govern one side; if they cultivate, they can also achieve something.

Those whose luck is pure white can be said to be formed by the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth, one in a billion. No matter what they do, it is as if they are blessed by heaven. If they have the opportunity, they can glimpse longevity.

...

Da Zao Ji spoke eloquently, explaining what the various colors of luck represented.

Lin Boxun nodded or shook his head. As his explanation was completed, he had a deeper understanding of the Celestial Compass, and he was also very clear in his heart:

"Commander Fang's luck is white with a little red. According to you, he actually has the possibility of glimpsing the Yuanshen?"

He was a little surprised.

Although Fang Shanmin is a retainer of the Crown Prince's mansion and his talent is not bad, the Yuanshen realm is so high?

Not to mention himself, even Fang Shanmin himself may not dare to say that he hopes to achieve the Yuanshen.

Killing him alone is like slaughtering a city.

Da Zao Ji gave an evaluation.

"...No, at least not now."

Lin Boxun took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart: "If he can really become a Yuanshen, it might be a good thing for me..."

Lin Boxun was a little wary in his heart. The Da Zao Ji system had too much influence on him.

For a moment, he almost couldn't help but follow His suggestion and attack Fang Shanmin.

The voice in his mind no longer sounded. He only ever offered suggestions and never made decisions for the host.

After a moment of silence, Lin Boxun suppressed the restlessness in his heart and communicated with the Da Zao Ji system: "You only said the four colors of gray, white, red, and azure. You haven't said anything about gold and purple..."

The luck explored by the Celestial Compass is not limited to one world. All worlds have commonalities. Although this world is strong, there are only a few colors of gold and purple. You may not see it...

Da Zao Ji's words stopped here, and His tone had a rare fluctuation.

He didn't utter the second half of the sentence, but Lin Boxun understood what He meant. His heart was shocked, but he didn't ask again.

He just couldn't help but reveal a touch of scarlet in his eyes as he looked at the sea of clouds below:

"It's still not enough..."

......

"The universe is like a net, and all things are in it, interacting with each other to form the world you and I can see today. Compared to heaven and earth, all things are too small, whether they are peddlers or emperors and generals..."

"The general trend is like a tide, rolling forward, who can change it?"

An Qisheng sat by the window on the third floor of Yanyun Tower, overlooking the bustling street, feeling the unusual atmosphere of this city, and had some feelings.

This is an ancient city called 'Canglu', located on the edge of Youzhou. It is the first ancient city on the northwest border. According to legend, the age of this city is even longer than the Great Zhou Dynasty and even the previous Great Xia Dynasty.

It has been renovated several times over tens of thousands of years, but it still cannot erase the heavy vicissitudes of history.

Ancient, but not decadent.

This city is located at the confluence of various rivers, bordering the ocean to the east and connecting to the Wei Cang and other major rivers to the south. It is an important transit point for water transportation in various prefectures.

The popularity is very high.

Where there is popularity, all industries thrive. Among the many mountains surrounding this city, there are quite a few sects, including the former Hunning Sect.

At this time, the sky was dim and the sun was setting. There were still quite a few pedestrians coming and going on the street, and various hawking and conversation sounds could still be heard.

It's very lively.

"Everyone has their own destiny, how can it be changed..."

Gongyang Yan leaned on the railing and looked out, and couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

The former residence of the Hunning Sect was in Mount Shouyang, hundreds of miles outside the city. As the chief steward of internal affairs of the Hunning Sect, he had handled many purchases over the years. Naturally, he was very familiar with this city.

Once upon a time, he had also considered himself extraordinary and looked down on these mortals who could not control their own destiny. Now that he thought about it, how ridiculous was it?

Not to mention a cultivator like him who had just formed a golden core, could even a great cultivator of the Yuanshen realm really grasp their own destiny?

He used to think he could, but after seeing the Brahma Martial Dao Lord lying in the starry sky, he no longer thought so...

"This wine is good."

Tu Ba held a glass of wine, his nose twitching, with a intoxicated expression.

Beside him, Cai Xiaobai, dressed in green and the size of a three-year-old child, held a glass of water, sniffing it in a decent manner, and also said in a milky voice that it was good wine.

A one-eyed kitten lazily lay on his shoulder, yawning weakly.

"Guest, your wine is ready."

The waiter put down the wine, muttered something in his heart, and turned to leave.

Only wine, no food.

He had been a waiter for many years and had never seen such strange guests.

"All things have their own destiny, but this destiny is not necessarily immutable. Throughout history, there have been quite a few supernatural powers to change destiny..."

An Qisheng poured and drank by himself, his tone inexplicable.

"Huh?"

Gongyang Yan turned back to look at An Qisheng, slightly stunned: "Defying fate... Didn't you say that the general trend cannot be changed..."

In half a year, the exercises he had learned from An Qisheng were naturally more than just the 'Ten Thousand Dharma Four Tribulations Heart Sacred Art'. Among them, there were also supernatural powers related to numerology and deduction.

However, this was the first time he had heard about 'defying fate'.

"Compared to a mountain spring, a waterfall is already very large. Compared to the four seas, a river is also insignificant. Big and small are always relative.

For the universe and heaven and earth, the real general trend is only origin, evolution, and end! What is everything else compared to the general trend..."

Gently turning his wine glass, An Qisheng lowered his eyes to the long street, his eyes obscure and incomprehensible:

"Therefore, throughout history, there has never been a shortage of people who defy fate, and there are countless supernatural powers to change destiny!"

"Pa!"

At this point, An Qisheng put down his wine glass, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, he reflected a slightly hunched and thin figure sitting with his back to everyone in the corner:

"I heard that you were once known for your mastery of numerology. I wonder if you are proficient in the art of defying fate?"