Somewhere on the battlefield.

A region was sealed off, isolated from reality.

Several deep-eyed missionaries dressed in different clerical robes were staring at the battlefield of the Fufeng Protectorate.

"Archbishop Bai Eslun, did you see fate?"

One of them, a blonde elder cloaked in a black robe that seemed enveloped with a thick aura of ill-omen and misfortune, asked the man in the center.

Bai Eslun had platinum blonde hair and was dressed in a magnificent white priestly robe branded with the 'Wheel of Fate'.

This was the attire of an archbishop in the Church of Destiny.

The Church of Destiny was the mainstream religion of the Western Court Empire—under the Holy See, there were seven white-robed archbishops, each an extraordinary being of the 8th rank!

Bai Eslun's current rank was titled—"Disturber of Fate!"

The order of fate began with the 1st rank "Gambler" and by the sixth rank, it delved into the profound destinies.

Its 7th rank was called "The Observer," touted as 'the record-keeper of fate,' greatly enhancing the effects of divination and prophecy, able to eliminate all interference and see the most truthful future.

"I saw… a vortex!"

Bai Eslun's eyes, clear as a newborn's, murmured, "There's a black hole, drawing closer to us… Gentlemen, reclaiming Clement was sufficient to demonstrate our strength to that ancient Eastern Empire…"

"I did not sense misfortune…"

The blonde elder in the black robe retorted, being a high-ranking member of the Church of Misfortune sensitive to disasters and misfortune, "Moreover… as a 'Disturber of Fate,' Your Excellency, you can, through a series of actions, slightly influence fate, right?"

"The Wheel of Fate is majestic as mountains, yet vast like a mighty flowing river that constantly moves forward, only a True God can truly interfere with it! We, being insignificant and ignorant, even if we can slightly shift the river's course, must pay a heavy price…"

Bai Eslun devoutly said, "Just like the Traveler Church… we are but servants to the great existence, or even self-proclaimed servants… Our faith and life and death are lighter than a speck of dust to such great beings, we need them, not the other way around…"

Though, given his rank as a white-robed archbishop and an 8th rank extraordinary, it was strange of him to say that.

But within the Church of Destiny, the River of Fate could also be regarded as the embodiment of the master of fate!

Interfering with the River of Fate, was like the Traveler Church invoking the descent of a True God.

It was filled with dreadful risks!

"Gentlemen, the issue now is not whether we should retreat, but whether the eastern cultivators are willing to let us go…"

Archbishop Leon of the Spirit Church suddenly said, "I sensed fluctuations of spirituality, forming four massive vortexes… There are at least four eastern Dharma Body Cultivators approaching us!"

Members of the Spirit Church, who worship the great existence known as the 'Spirit King,' were exceptionally adept at sensing the Spirit Realm and spirituality.

As the three archbishops were in discussion, this secluded space suddenly underwent a transformation.

Strands of yellow light infiltrated, fully exposing the area and revealing the figures of the three archbishops.

"Haha, I knew there were big fishes here!"

Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch, with his antiquely featured face, used his cosmic sleeve technique, waving his wide sleeves to force the three 8th rank extraordinary beings out, and then he was somewhat taken aback, "They are somewhat too big, darn, I can't swallow them alone, I'll need to call for help!"

"Misfortune!"

The archbishop of the Church of Misfortune softly uttered a syllable.

The next moment, Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch felt he had been struck, not by any tangible harm, but by an attack targeting the "luck" entwined in his fate!

He deeply sensed that his luck had plummeted in an instant, possibly leading to a series of accidents and misfortunes.

This inexplicably caused his warning spells and communications to fail.

"I say… let the spiritual essence disperse from this place!"

The Archbishop of the Spirit Church took a step forward, uttered a shout, and the spiritual energy within a hundred miles instantly dissipated.

Even a Primordial Pill and Primordial Spirit would become useless in this area, with the structure of the Primordial Spirit itself also in danger of destruction!

However, being ultimately a mysteriously self-generated Dharma Body, Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch remained incredibly powerful, even without the support of external spiritual energies.

Yet, his expression had become extremely grave, and he suddenly formed a hand seal.

A massive Dharma Body emerged, with an expanse of Yellow Heaven unfolding above it, struggling to wrest control of this area from two peerless experts.

And, being outnumbered two to one, he was decidedly at a disadvantage.

Vaguely seen below the Yellow Heaven were numerous Yellow Heaven Daoist Soldiers, peculiarly twisted and wearing yellow turbans, intertwined with the Yellow Heaven's light and fiercely battling a horde of monsters.

These monsters were made of the Luck Fog, while others were composed of myriad mysterious symbols forming tentacles and bizarre eyes.

They started to suppress the radiance of the Yellow Heaven, even staining the Yellow Heaven Dharma Body with more corruption.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the Yellow Heaven Dharma Body, the mystical zone of black and yellow in the sky continually compressed, and the face—identical to that of Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch—displayed half pain and half emotionlessness.

Bai Eslun sighed softly and stepped forward as well, "I shall grant you… the fate of death!"

Fate!

Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch's mind trembled violently, feeling the pattern of his life, even more crucial than his luck, becoming exceedingly perilous, and he repeatedly employed secret techniques.

Within the Taiping Sect, one of the top three Daoist sects, there were abundant texts, even those specifically regarding the defense against attacks on luck and life patterns.

He emanated a brilliant Yellow Heavenly divine light, merging into the void, attempting to block the fate attack from the unknown.

But it was to no avail!

Bai Eslun's expression showed a hint of pity as his right hand seemed to hold an invisible long sword, gently swinging it down.

In an instant, Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch felt… his life pattern… had shattered!

If at this moment, he were to seek a Dharma Body Cultivator who could discern his life pattern for a fortune reading, it would be revealed that all his life lines were utterly broken, showing an immediate, impending death!

This Dharma Body Great Cultivator was on the brink of falling!

Roar roar!

Just at this critical moment, with a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl erupting simultaneously, a massive figure brazenly charged into the battlefield, holding a sword in one hand and a seal in the other—it was Zhong Shenxiu's Dragon-Tiger Dharma Body!

He was there to serve the empire, but didn't intend to exert himself too much, planning to merely engage with his Dragon-Tiger Dharma Body.

Yet unexpectedly, just upon seeing Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch, this True Monarch, was nearly beaten to death by stumbling upon a great white shark!

It wasn't that this True Monarch was too weak, but rather that the opponents were too strong; they were all among the top experts in the Dharma Bodies!

Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch could handle one in a great battle, barely defend himself against two, but against three, he would certainly be devastated instantly!

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