Elder Jian had all but thrown away his life to protect Liu Wuxie. As long as he could sever the Path of Fate, he could stop the Lingqiong Clan from killing Liu Wuxie's previous life and safeguard his present life.0

By now, Jia Mo had already lost both arms, and his body rotted inch by inch until he resembled a gigantic, pus-filled lump on the ground. He no longer had a recognizable shape, as he was reduced to what looked like a meatball.0

Facing the attacks of the two Lingqiong Clan's experts, Elder Jian no longer had the strength to block them, as he had spent every last shred of power severing the Path of Fate.0

With a deafening boom, the attacks blasted Elder Jian backward, his blood dyeing the sky red as nearly all the bones in his chest shattered. He was reduced to a bloody mess, and it felt like a miracle that he hadn't exploded on the spot.0

When Elder Jian saw that the Path of Fate had failed to recover, a faint smile tugged at his face. He had completed his task, and he slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into the River of Fate.0

Anyone who fell into the River of Fate would sink into it for eternity, and even an immortal couldn't bring them back. Yet right before Elder Jian could plunge into the River of Fate, a golden ray flashed and wrapped around him. A spatial rift opened...0