Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1016 - 844: The Fate Goddess’s Manipulation
At this moment, Tang Qi was utilizing nearly all his power, the Dream Kingdom restored to its optimal state. Billions of divine tendrils were taut, supporting him with incomparably magnificent dominator-level divine power, allowing him to slowly open the eye of insight, transcending all, at the center of his soul’s brow.
His transformed "All-Knowing" could indeed peer into destiny, but that faint, almost negligible power of the Authority of Destiny required a reliable medium.
And now, the medium appeared.
Wisps of mist surged out from Tang Qi’s body, rolling and churning, forming into a familiar "curio" before his eyes.
It was a round, lively iron fragment, whose owner must have worn closely, to possess such an aura.
No need to recall, this was the tool used by Tang Qi when teaching Sally the "Truth Spell," the two often attending lessons across the iron piece.
Not long ago, Sally’s projection had arrived, leaving behind this item in addition to that sentence.
Tang Qi strained to recall the sensations of using the "Anchor of Destiny" not long ago, casting All-Knowing upon the iron fragment.
One second!
Two seconds!
Three seconds!
...No reaction? Besides the inherent information of the curio, Tang Qi couldn’t see anything else.
The Dream Kingdom still trembled, billions of tendrils tauter, the phosphor of great divinity constantly erupting, as if a "Dream Sun" had emerged within the endless mystery, beginning to draw strange and peculiar wandering creatures near.
Just as Tang Qi continued depleting divine power, sparing no expense, suddenly the iron fragment trembled slightly.
A wisp of familiar "Fate Mist" surged out from within the iron fragment, although exceedingly thin, seemingly about to dissipate at any moment, yet the power it held indeed momentarily transcended the Dream Kingdom.
As that incredibly thin mist was about to scatter, unlike last time, Tang Qi’s soul actively detached from his body, colliding with the mist.
Boom!
Captured it, at the last moment, Tang Qi’s soul collided with it.
The formless great power reappeared, directly casting his soul into an incomparably vast, mist-laden river.
Once again, he began madly tumbling.
Before him, countless "threads of destiny" twisted into view, some brushing by like life, some merging into clusters, some forming dense grids, the fates of all things seemingly at his fingertips, for him to peer upon.
Deeply within his soul, he felt that should he desire, he could disrupt, sever a thread of destiny at any moment, corresponding perhaps to a life, a civilization, or even a divine.
Should Tang Qi take action, he could alter the course of destiny.
But at this moment, he had no interest in such.
Following that familiar aura of "Sally," Tang Qi began searching for Sally’s thread of destiny amid the innumerable chaotic tangles.
He quickly comprehended White Merlin’s sentiment, that even with the guidance of some inscrutable force, it was immensely difficult to instantly pinpoint the desired thread.
Chaos, an unresolvable chaos engulfed Tang Qi’s soul.
Simultaneously, Tang Qi felt pain.
A horrifying pain, impossible to diminish, intensifying with mere thoughts.
Surpassing nearly all forms of torture within the endless mystery, each time he peered at, manipulated a thread of destiny, his soul suffered harm.
This was unavoidable, Tang Qi believed that even a future ascension to "All Spirits" would grant no immunity.
"The one who peers into destiny must suffer backlash."
Suddenly, Tang Qi recalled this saying, another ironclad adage of the Mysterious Side.
Last time, he wasn’t affected thanks to the help of the "Anchor of Destiny."
Pain continued surging, numerous scars appearing atop his once robust soul, with only that unknowable eyeball maintaining its vast might.
More troubling for Tang Qi was a mighty force attempting to drag him away from the "River of Destiny."
This signaled that divine power depletion was nearing its limit, his exploration on the brink of failure.
But just as he could no longer maintain, that once faint guidance suddenly intensified, and Tang Qi saw it, a "thread of destiny" radiating an incredibly familiar aura.
It appeared like a thread corroded by time, extraordinarily dim, with numerous signs of rupture, continually collapsing.
An intense ominous premonition, like a sledgehammer, relentlessly pounded Tang Qi’s soul.
The next second, he saw it.
Amid the thread’s collapse, uncontrollable fragmentary images entered his eyes.
Inside were images of Sally.
Sally’s frail body suddenly intruding between two incredibly powerful "Ten Thousand Spirits Illusion," the war’s aftermath swallowing her.
In the mist, severely injured, Sally intruded a "Temple" transcending endless mystery, boundless time and space, multi-dimensional universe, within the mist-shrouded temple, Sally stole a familiar divine artifact, the Anchor of Destiny.
Her theft enraged an unknown Great Existence.
While her projection, carrying the Anchor of Destiny, traversed the river seeking Tang Qi, her body, with one gaze from that Great Existence, lost its life.
Sally died!
Her once vibrant body, filled with mystery and charm, dimmed, frozen like a statue in place.
A gentle breeze blew, slightly lifting the mist, revealing within the vast temple, rows upon rows of seemingly endless gray statues.
