Xu Xuan could see the Fate Line, the color and thickness of which defined the nature of these destinies.
As night fell and utter silence enveloped everything, the sky above the Tang Sect seemed as though an invisible Painter gently unfolded a profound and mysterious sheet of Xuan paper. In Xu Xuan's golden gleaming eyes, countless colored "lines" intertwined like torrents, continuously extending and entwining each other.
Finally converging within the nine levels of that ancestral hall.
Among them, three lines were particularly eye-catching.
One represented Xu Xuan and others, a crimson color, pure and untainted, as if it captured the most dazzling color from a sunset. This line resembled a long rainbow, strong liquor, and an indefatigable fire.
