Xu Xuan could see the Fate Lines, the colors and thickness of which determined the nature of these fates.
Night had fallen, all was silent, and the sky above Tang Sect seemed to have been quietly unfurled by an invisible Painter as a profound and mysterious sheet. Within Xu Xuan's sparkling golden eyes, countless colorful "lines" tangled together, continuously extending and intertwining.
They finally converged within the nine levels of the ancestral hall.
Among them, three particular lines stood out as especially bizarre.
One, representing Xu Xuan and others, was a pure, crimson red, as if it had captured the most dazzling colors of the sunset. This line was like a rainbow, like strong liquor, and like an untiring flame.
Around that crimson comet, a chaotic, purple line lurked like a somber snake, spying and entwining everything. It seemed to watch everything from the shadows, manipulating all, making its presence both existent and vanishing.
