‘I need to identify where the destiny is converging,’ Yang Qi thought. After doing some searching, he found what he was looking for. It was an incomparably vast tree that was so high it was almost impossible to measure. And it was covered with immense buildings that pulsed with the energy of an emperor. This had to be the imperial palace.

There was one location in the middle of the palace where the vortexes of destiny were so strong, and the net of law so dense, that anyone who tried entering would be killed instantly.

Thankfully, Yang Qi had subjugated Sprite Tushan, thus acquiring some of the destiny of this place. With it, he could pass himself off as a Spritefolk general.

Thus disguised, he entered the empire without suffering any ill effects. An ordinary person who tried to do the same, even someone with a psychic scale of ten billion, would trigger invasion alarms and be inflicted with crushing pressure.

But not Yang Qi.

As he approached the imperial palace, he drew on the heavenly...