Chapter 238: Unseen Threads of Fate
For a monster to take on human form, they must reach at least the Pathseeker realm.
Among the figures gathered at the ruined peak, one stood out—their leader, an elderly man with flowing white hair and a long, pristine beard.
His presence was vast, unfathomable—like a boundless ocean. His aura alone revealed that he had long surpassed the level of Pathseeker.
He was, at the very least, an Eminence.
But the most striking feature about him was the third eye embedded in his forehead.
It gleamed with a mysterious light, radiating a strange fluctuation, as though peering beyond time itself—an eye that could trace the flow of fate.
"Grandpa Xu, what did you see?"
A youthful voice, light and mischievous, broke the silence.
The one who spoke was a girl with violet hair and matching eyes—her resemblance to Yao Ziyan was uncanny, sharing at least eight or nine points of similarity.
"Yes, High Priest, what exactly happened here?" another figure asked with a solemn tone.
The elderly man—known as Grandpa Xu, or more formally, the High Priest—furrowed his brows.