“My fate?” Mo Yi’s brows were furrowed tight and a lost expression spread across her face.

Ah Zhi’s eyes were pure purple. To her, uncountable strands of webbing wrapped around Mo Yi and bound her tight. Ah Zhi cultivated the Dream Sutra so she could walk the dao of destiny in her dreams and see clearly the fates of others. In this moment, she saw Mo Yi’s.

Mo Yi was meant to search out the Imperial Seal and die alongside the fiend within it. That destiny confined her layer upon layer, like a massive net.

Meanwhile, Lu Yun had shaken free of his fate. Anyone who interacted with him and formed a karmic relationship after that...