In the dim, cold abyss, a vast spiderweb woven from threads of ashen gray hung suspended in stillness. A dense aura of Destiny poured from the web; its countless ashen strands seemed to connect every soul.

The web was immense, so vast upon first glance it appeared to encompass heaven and earth, its gray threads numbering in the billions upon billions, beyond count. At this moment, at the heart of the web, Solon’s Wheel of Destiny adhered tightly like a suction cup.

Within the wheel, Solon kept his eyes closed, his expression placid as he channeled the power of Fate. Innumerable fine gray lines contracted from distant, boundless reaches, inching their way into the Wheel of Destiny, permeating Solon’s divine body through it.

A terrifying aura, as if grasping the throats of all living beings while commanding destiny itself, gradually radiated from Solon. “Chaos without beginning, destiny without constancy…” Chants that pierced the very depths of the soul resonated from Solon’s flesh, bone, and spirit.

He had not opened his mouth, yet the mysterious sounds echoed from his physical form, his soul, and his altar. The Wheel of Destiny beneath his feet spun ceaselessly, subtly transforming.

Now it became a thick tome of scripture, now it condensed into the very web connecting the fates of all lives, and now it morphed back into a wheel… Gradually, the primordial essence of Destiny’s profound mysteries contracted into his divine body, his flesh, and his soul altar. After an unmeasured span of time, even the Wheel of Destiny vanished into him.

Solon slowly regained consciousness, as if his wandering soul had finally returned. He opened his eyes, his gaze momentarily lost.

After a long, long pause, a light began to kindle in his eyes… “Destiny! Destiny!” A deafening soul-sound boomed forth from his altar.

A thick, heavy scripture, blazing with magnificent, strange light, rapidly coalesced within his layer of profound mysteries. Solon, standing upon the Wheel of Destiny, his eyes gleaming, shot forward with dashing speed.

He flew at extreme velocity through swathes of peculiar regions. He saw many undiscovered primordial essences of mystery but paid them no heed, intent only on seeking the movements of life.

He arrived at a place both eerie and sinister. There, he perceived the Soul Clan’s Purgatory—a manifestation of pure soul-form drifting through that space, attempting to fix something in place.

Solon stopped. Smiling faintly, he whispered, “Purgatory, you still haven't located the primordial essence corresponding to your soul mystery?” “Hmph!” Purgatory’s soul immediately sank back into Solon’s main body.

The lean, handsome Purgatory’s expression was grim. “Senior Solon!

I wonder why you specifically came to this place. What counsel do you offer?” As an expert on the same level as the Ten Great Domain Ancestors, Purgatory deeply understood Solon’s terror.

Even Purgatory’s own former master had once described Solon as the most terrifying figure in existence, a powerhouse capable of transcending entire ages, and had warned Purgatory to always be wary of Solon, never to underestimate him. For tens of thousands of years, Solon had remained deep within the Endless Abyss, guarding the Gate of Primal Beginning, never showing his face in the Void Sea of Existence.

Consequently, the newer generation of powerhouses rarely gave Solon a second thought. Only figures like Purgatory truly understood Solon’s menace and never dared to treat him lightly.

This time, when Purgatory and Rupert were cultivating alongside Yuan Zu, they had privately speculated that the current unrest in the Star Sea might be connected to Solon. It was universally agreed that Solon would be the disruptor, harboring hidden machinations.

Thus, upon seeing Solon appear, Purgatory instantly felt the weight of an enemy before him, an inexplicable anxiety gripping his heart. “It seems that Yuan must have told you something, or else you wouldn't be so tense and uneasy upon seeing me…” Solon said with a faint smile, speaking earnestly.

“But it’s a pity you haven’t found the primordial essence of the Soul Mystery yet. Otherwise, manipulating your destiny branch would have required significant effort.

Now, it will be simple…” Purgatory’s face shifted in horror. Without pausing to think, he let out a low roar.

A multitude of ferocious souls suddenly materialized above his head. These spirits resembled giant demons and ancient fiends—massive, hideous, and domineering, imbued with immeasurable, terrifying power.

Each fierce soul roared and lunged towards Solon, their cavernous mouths and sharp claws on the verge of striking Solon’s crown. Solon remained unmoving.

He tapped his glabella, and the thick scripture materialized. Holding the book with both hands, the lines on Solon’s palms writhed strangely, connecting with the threads of destiny within the scripture.

This book was the Book of Destiny, forged from the fusion of Solon’s profound mysteries and the primordial essence of Fate, capable of governing the destinies of all living beings, able to precisely sever or tighten the corresponding fate of any martial artist! “This era, the Soul Clan, the Seventh Generation Patriarch, Purgatory… found.” Solon turned the pages, and countless intricate, marvelous light patterns shimmered forth from the book.

As his words fell, Purgatory’s soul tightened abruptly, a fierce sense of unease welling in his core. He felt the horrifying sensation of being a mere puppet, his controlling strings grasped by another.

“The threads of destiny are hidden within every living soul, governing the fate of all. I am the God of Destiny, holding the Book of Destiny, and I can judge your fate and your soul…” Solon chanted softly, his expression tranquil, watching Purgatory with a smile.

The fierce souls unleashed by Purgatory were restrained as if by invisible hands, roaring madly but unable to advance a single step toward Solon. Purgatory himself, however, seemed tightly gripped, screaming as he was swiftly pulled before Solon.

“In the name of the God of Destiny, I rewrite your fate!” Solon smiled gently, one hand holding the heavy scripture, the other extending to press his palm against Purgatory’s immobilized brow. Countless fine lines, like a spiderweb, flashed suddenly, penetrating Purgatory’s soul altar.

The web vanished, and Purgatory’s soul altar was tightly bound by a net. Purgatory’s altar was like a fish caught in a dragnet… Solon withdrew his hand, and the Book of Destiny melted into his glabella, disappearing.

On Purgatory’s forehead, however, a small, net-like pattern appeared. Purgatory’s eyes flickered through successive changes, and after a short while, his expression calmed.

He knelt reverently before Solon, “Purgatory pays respects to my Lord.” Solon nodded with a smile, stepping onto the Wheel of Destiny and departing with Purgatory in tow. Using the same method, he wandered everywhere, successively subjugating every martial artist who entered that place.

Heaven Shaker, Mantis, Rupert, Dracula, the Lizard Ancestor, and others eventually became guests upon the Wheel of Destiny, a small spiderweb marking their foreheads. Their fates had been forcibly rewritten!

Solon entered the Gate of Primal Beginning and, with the fastest speed possible, found the primordial essence of Destiny, quietly merging with it, thus acquiring the terrifying divine ability to alter fate. He wandered, subjugating one by one those who had failed to merge with a primordial essence, turning them into his puppets, with him as their center.

Heaven Shaker, Purgatory, Mantis, and Rupert were all experts at the level of the Ten Great Domain Ancestors. The Lizard Ancestor and Dracula were also exceptionally formidable, along with countless other domain martial artists whom he subdued in rapid succession.

In a short time, Solon became the strongest force in this place, holding dominion over the destiny of all beings. “It’s still not enough.

I need to find stronger assistants. Shi Yan will be difficult.

Huang… he should have long since merged with a primordial essence. Once one merges with an essence, the threads of destiny become complex and tough, hard to manipulate.

This fellow is also troublesome. It seems I must look for Yuan and Shi.” Solon stood with his hands behind his back on the Wheel of Destiny, murmuring to himself.

Behind him, Heaven Shaker, Purgatory, Mantis, Rupert, and the others had their soul altars tethered by the web of destiny, having lost control over their divine bodies and souls, completely subject to his command. “I must hurry…” Solon pondered secretly, guiding the Wheel of Destiny, holding the Book of Destiny, and speeding onward.

Any martial artist he encountered along the way who had not yet merged with a primordial essence was easily enslaved by him. After an unknown duration, Solon’s eyes lit up.

Riding the Wheel of Destiny, he arrived before a gigantic, crystalline droplet of water. Inside the droplet, Yuan’s soul fluctuations were intense.

The droplet was slowly contracting, appearing ready to merge soon, transforming into Yuan’s original essence. Solon’s Wheel of Destiny quietly descended.

The experts behind him simultaneously unleashed terrifying waves of power. “Good, good, not too late.

If you had truly managed to merge, it would have become difficult; it would have required too much energy.” Solon looked at the massive drop of water, a hint of joy on his face. Smiling, he channeled the power of destiny, flipping through the wondrous book formed by the fusion of the primordial essence of destiny and his own mysteries, muttering lowly: “The Era of Primal Beginning, the Water Creature, Yuan…” “Come out for me!” Solon’s finger stopped at the last page of the scripture.

Brilliant light shot out from his fingertip, and a terrifying aura capable of imprisoning the destiny of living beings burst forth! “Hiss!” A turbulent stream of water, carrying Yuan’s main body, was forcibly dragged out from the primordial essence of Water.

Yuan, who had been fully engaged in merging with the Water Essence, roared in fury, “Who? Who dares to interrupt my path of fusion?!” “Bind his body,” Solon commanded low.

The figures behind him—Purgatory, Rupert, Mantis, Heaven Shaker, Dracula, the Lizard Ancestor, and the others—all moved at once, each activating their power. Sky-covering flames, terrifying fierce souls, streams of light that froze time within the soul, violent ice storms, and thick magma converged upon Yuan.

The combined force of these experts unleashed energy fluctuations that could destroy domains, catching Yuan completely off guard. His massive body condensed into layers of water membranes in an attempt to withstand the bombardment.

“Having useful subordinates really makes things much easier. Otherwise, gripping your destiny tightly wouldn't have been so simple…” Solon smiled serenely, placing one hand flat on the last page of the scripture, gripping a thick, gray line with sudden force.

Intense pain shot up from the depths of Yuan’s main soul, and he cried out involuntarily. The water barrier he had formed immediately collapsed.

His massive body was assaulted by Heaven Shaker and the others, and the frantic power capable of destroying domains rained down upon him. A roaring explosion emanated from Yuan’s main body; he sustained significant injury instantly.

“This is much easier to handle,” Solon nodded. He reached out and pointed at Yuan.

Yuan, like a puppet controlled by strings, flew toward him against his will. “How dare you!

You dare control me! Who do you think you are?!” Yuan roared wildly, struggling violently.

The momentum of his flight toward Solon actually began to stagnate, held back by the strength of his powerful spiritual consciousness. “Worthy of being one of the mightiest primordial beings.

The threads of destiny are indeed tenacious. It seems a bit more trauma is required,” Solon uttered lightly.

As his words fell, Heaven Shaker, Purgatory, Rupert, and the others fearlessly unleashed their most refined profound mysteries, bombarding Yuan in a deluge. In an instant, Yuan’s severe injuries worsened.

His colossal body was battered and bruised, spinning like a top. “Why suffer this?” Solon sighed softly, reaching out to pull him again.

This time, Yuan was muddled, his soul altar in turmoil, unable to concentrate. Finally, he was dragged before Solon.

…RQ