Lu Yin raised a hand and swatted at the air. Perhaps, at a distance of no more than a single step away from him, there was another, higher civilization that was observing him like a lab rat. He laughed in spite of himself, since such a thing was not impossible. 

The heavens decreed one’s fate, but who knew what the heavens really were? If Lu Yin was willing, then he could completely change the fate of a random person on the Prairie Flame Continent below him, and Lu Yin would be the heavens to that person. If that were the case, then who was the heavens looking down upon Lu Yin like an ant? 

Was it a powerhouse with a power level of several hundred thousand? Or that finger from his dreams? 

“Seventh Bro, who’s that person? You seem to hate his guts,” the Ghost Monkey asked. 

Lu Yin’s mood became depressed, and he looked out at the sky, seemingly overwhelmed by his thoughts. “It’s none of your business.” 

The monkey cried out, “Damn it, Seventh Bro, you and me share one body! There’s nothing of yours that isn’t my business. If he’s your enemy, then he’s my enemy too. Just let me know, and I’ll curse him to death!” 

Lu Yin frowned, as the monkey was becoming stranger and stranger every day. Initially, he had had a cold disposition towards him,...