Cultivation Begins with Skill Points - Chapter 512 - 513 Fate Lines
Chapter 512: Chapter 513 Fate Lines
Divining the Heavenly Mechanism has been the domain of God Demons in myth and legend, and because the changes of the Heavenly Mechanism are extremely complex, there has always been a saying about it: “beyond the comprehension of Ghost Gods.”
This means that even Ghost Gods find it hard to fathom all the variables of the Heavenly Extremes.
The Heavenly Mechanism is not immutable; it is in constant flux and change. Sometimes a mere shift in thought brings a new outcome, so no one can fully understand the entirety of the Heavenly Mechanism, only the partial changes.
“Si—Heavenly Palace, Wu—Tianfu Palace, Wei—Tianyi Palace, Shen—Heavenly Lonely Palace…”
Zhong Lin closes his eyes halfway, in a meditative state. His fingers move slightly, and the clear lines on his palm immediately start to change and become blurred.
As Zhong Lin invokes the Heavenly Control Scripture, the palm of his right hand instantly transforms into a bottomless pit, generating a strong suction force, drawing a vast amount of Spiritual Origin into his right hand.
In an instant, change occurs.
The lines on Zhong Lin’s palm disappear in a blink, turning completely blank, but soon some finer lines emerge from beneath the skin, wandering across his palm.
Upon closer inspection, these fine lines on the palm reflect the lands, seas, and rivers of the Eastern Desolate in the Qingyuan World.
When the lines take shape, shadows resembling miniature landscapes and mountains emerge, revealing the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, the layout of the Dragon Vein.
The shadows of fine lines continue to evolve, becoming more numerous and complex, with many seemingly meaningless runes traversing rapidly according to certain patterns.
Zhong Lin suddenly opens his eyes, a flash of light in them, lowers his head, and immediately looks at his right palm.
Zhong Lin uses the System Panel to comprehend this Martial Arts to the realm of the Creator. Although, compared to the myriad of Innate Numerology, it is just one category, it is already possible to fathom the “Heavenly Heart.”
“Eastern Desolate, West Desert, South Ridge, Northern Plain, Central State…”
Zhong Lin’s gaze sweeps over the palm lines like a horse’s passing glance, probing deep into this palm.
These mysterious runes moving through the fine lines and shadows are meaningless to others, but to him, they represent the manifestation of the Heavenly Mechanism.
“Buzz!”
Zhong Lin’s palm trembles again, the shadows in the lines on the palm suddenly double, and a faint dome-like shadow seeps from the palm, covering the entire palm pattern, with dots of stars appearing above the dome.
At this stage, the contents written in the palm by the Heavenly Control Scripture have nothing to do with Zhong Lin anymore. All of it is a projection of the Heavenly Mechanism, automatically changing, and Zhong Lin can only see what the Heavenly Mechanism reveals.
The runes in the palm continue to change, and unknowingly, Zhong Lin’s Divine Soul is suddenly absorbed into it.
“Boom!”
A tremor in his mind, Zhong Lin feels his Divine Soul leave his body, and the world settles into an infinite tranquility. Following that, a vast void unfolds above his head like a scroll.
Stars vast as sand emerge in this void, and these stars are countless, vastly different from the starry sky Zhong Lin knows.
The stars are densely packed, far more than hundreds of billions, like a bucket of sand scattered randomly across the starry sky without any apparent order.
“A starry sky?”
Gazing above, Zhong Lin murmurs in a voice only he can hear.
As if sensing his thoughts, the stars across the sky start to move rapidly, as if they have their own lives.
Extremely fine lines manifest, threading through countless stars, starting few but rapidly growing beyond the traceable capacity of fine threads in just a blink.
“Fate!”
Zhong Lin’s heart shakes, at that moment he seems to see the fate of all living things in the world, and whether he can turn misfortune into fortune is hidden within these lines of fate.
Without daring to neglect, Zhong Lin decides to thoroughly observe this incredible opportunity, and he easily spots the “fate lines” related to himself.
As Zhong Lin’s gaze focuses, the stars in the entire void split into two layers. Unrelated stars sink down, while those related to him rise above.
The stars in the sky rapidly diminish, and those that remain only relate to Zhong Lin’s fate lines.
Zhong Lin’s heart tightens, eyes fixated on the “fate lines” displayed in front of him.
The starlight is overshadowed by the fate lines, presenting to Zhong Lin a complex canvas unimaginable to fathom, woven from intertwined fate lines!
On this canvas, tens of thousands of fate lines either advance together, weave into complex whirlpools, gather together, or radiate, intertwining and difficult to unravel.
With Zhong Lin’s current mastery of Innate Numerology, it is impossible to exhaust the meanings of these fate lines.
He merely looks up at a clear pathway threading through the entire void, outlining the rough course of his life.
“Senior brother was right, Innate Numerology is credible but not entirely so. No wonder such lore struggles to thrive in the Qingyun Realm—if fate is pre-woven, what purpose does a martial artist’s cultivation serve?”
In Zhong Lin’s eyes, although the fate lines above appear tangled and intricate, he can still roughly see many whirlpools punctuating the main, straight line.
These so-called whirlpools are actually tribulations: Life Tribulations, Killing Knots, and Death Tribulations, from which one cannot escape a Death Tribulation.
Taking the little rock from Lower River Village and encountering mountain bandits was a tribulation, a minor one; sea beasts ashore on the Luoxing Islands was another; the threat from the third Saint Heir at the Outer Sect competition was another; and being hunted by the God Desolate King in the Yin Mountain Secret Realm was yet another…
One tribulation follows another, unending. Everyone has tribulations in their life; soldiers have more tribulations than ordinary people, martial artists have even more than soldiers, but Zhong Lin seems to have even more.
Zhong Lin’s gaze wanders along the main path of the “fate lines.” When he sees the end of these fate lines, he is taken aback: there is a massive whirlpool encompassing nearly half the sky.
Zhong Lin’s main path of fate lines enters it and immediately disappears, with no visible extension or end in the void, symbolizing the unknown.
“The unknown? Indeed, as Second Senior Brother often says, ’How can a golden scale remain in the pool indefinitely? Upon meeting wind and cloud, it turns into a dragon.’ A martial artist’s fate is crafted by their own hands. Perhaps some people’s fate is set from the start, but with my System Panel, I am filled with limitless possibilities. No one knows where I will end up.”
Zhong Lin’s eyes gleam, having seen the direction of his fate, his mind becomes exceptionally clear.
Life’s most fearsome aspect is the unknown, but isn’t the unknown also the realm of infinite possibilities?
