Ning Zhuo calmed his mind, enveloped the two flying messages, and quickly read them to understand the cause and effect.

“This is interesting,” a glint flashed in Ning Zhuo’s eyes.

He looked at the two flying messages in his hand and began to ponder the value of this information.

Ning Zhuo had originally thought that his performance concerning Yu He Ye was sufficient to say…

Bai Li embarked on the journey to the Sea of Destiny. The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion’s flying boat traversed among the clouds like a streak of light. She stood at the bow, her gaze serene, yet her heart surged like a tide. This journey not only concerned her quest for destiny but also the future direction of the entire cultivation world.

After three days of travel, the flying boat finally reached the edge of the Sea of Destiny. The sea surface was calm and waveless, yet it subtly exuded an unfathomable pressure. Bai Li slowly disembarked, the ground beneath her feet seemed woven by destiny, each step stirring faint ripples of destiny patterns.

“This is the source of destiny,” she murmured softly, her spiritual consciousness slowly probing beneath the sea surface.

However, just as she tried to perceive the rhythm of the Sea of Destiny, a familiar aura suddenly emerged.

“You’ve come,” a young man’s voice echoed from the void, carrying a hint of calmness and scrutiny.

Bai Li looked up to see the young man slowly emerging from the Sea of Destiny, destiny patterns flowing beneath his feet, as if each step trod upon the脉络 of destiny.

“I had to come,” Bai Li looked at him, a trace of complexity in her eyes. “The cultivation world is in turmoil. Xuan Wu Chen attempts to rebuild order, while Ye Wu Yuan seeks to control destiny. They are both trying to change the course of this transformation.”

The young man listened silently, his gaze profound.

“I once thought that controlling destiny meant controlling everything,” Bai Li continued. “But now I understand that destiny should not be controlled, but guided. I want to know if you have found a way to balance it.”

The young man nodded slightly, and with a flip of his palm, a golden destiny pattern emerged, flowing between his fingertips like the脉络 of destiny.

“The freedom of destiny is not without cost,” he slowly began. “But it should also not be bound. I have begun to adjust the rules of the Sea of Destiny, allowing cultivators to freely change their fate without destroying the balance of heaven and earth.”

A glimmer of hope flashed in Bai Li’s eyes: “Are you saying you can make freedom and order coexist?”

The young man nodded: “Freedom is not indulgence. It means choice, and it also means responsibility. I am reshaping the rules of the Sea of Destiny so that it can both grant cultivators freedom and maintain the order of heaven and earth.”

Bai Li was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “If that is truly the case, then perhaps it is the new future of the cultivation world.”

Just then, a violent fluctuation suddenly came from afar, as if some powerful force was tearing through space.

“They’ve arrived,” the young man’s gaze darkened slightly.

Bai Li’s expression sharpened: “Xuan Wu Chen? Or Ye Wu Yuan?”

The young man did not answer but slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the source of destiny.

The next moment, the Sea of Destiny churned violently, destiny patterns surged like a tide, as if responding to some call.

“Xuan Wu Chen has already begun,” the young man opened his eyes, his tone grave. “He is trying to forcibly establish new heavenly destiny rules with his own will. If he succeeds, the Sea of Destiny will once again be controlled, and the freedom of cultivators will be stripped away.”

Bai Li frowned: “What about Ye Wu Yuan?”

The young man’s gaze was deep: “He is searching for the flaws in destiny, attempting to control its source. If he succeeds, the Sea of Destiny will completely lose control, and the cultivation world will face unprecedented chaos.”

Bai Li’s expression was solemn: “So, we must stop them.”

The young man nodded: “Yes. But before that, I must complete the reshaping of the Sea of Destiny. Only when the rules are stable can we truly resist their influence.”

Bai Li took a deep breath, her gaze firm: “Then what do you need?”

The young man slowly raised his palm, destiny patterns flowing in it: “I need your power of destiny patterns to help me stabilize the core of the Sea of Destiny.”

Bai Li paused slightly, then nodded: “Alright.”

She slowly extended her hand, destiny patterns surging from her palm, intertwining with the young man’s destiny patterns, like two tributaries of destiny, finally converging into a vast river.

In an instant, the Sea of Destiny vibrated violently, destiny patterns twinkled like stars, as if the entire world was resonating.

“Begin,” the young man whispered.

Both closed their eyes simultaneously, their consciousness sinking into the source of destiny.

Deep within the Sea of Destiny, destiny patterns intertwined into a net, like the脉络 of destiny. The young man’s and Bai Li’s consciousnesses traversed through it, constantly adjusting the flow of destiny patterns, so that it could both grant cultivators freedom and maintain the order of heaven and earth.

However, just as they were about to complete the reshaping, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

“Do you think you can stop me like this?”

The young man and Bai Li opened their eyes simultaneously, only to see a figure slowly emerging from a rift in the distant void.

It was Xuan Wu Chen.

He was clad in a dark robe, his gaze like torches, destiny patterns flowing around him, as if the entire world was under his control.

“You came too fast,” the young man’s gaze darkened slightly.

Xuan Wu Chen’s lips curled up slightly: “Since you want to reshape the Sea of Destiny, then I can only act preemptively.”

He slowly raised his palm, destiny patterns condensing in it, like a shackle of destiny, pointing directly at the core of the Sea of Destiny.

“I want destiny to return to order,” he murmured. “Let cultivators no longer arbitrarily change their fate, and let the cultivation world return to stability.”

Bai Li’s expression was stern: “Your so-called order is just another form of control.”

Xuan Wu Chen’s gaze was deep: “Order has always been established by the strong. Since I have this ability, why shouldn’t I do it?”

The young man said no more, but slowly raised his palm, destiny patterns emerging in it, intertwined with Bai Li’s destiny patterns, forming a barrier of destiny.

“You are wrong,” the young man slowly said. “Destiny is not control, but guidance.”

Xuan Wu Chen sneered, and the destiny patterns in his palm suddenly erupted, rushing directly towards the Sea of Destiny.

The young man and Bai Li struck simultaneously, destiny patterns intertwining into a net, resisting Xuan Wu Chen’s power.

In an instant, the Sea of Destiny vibrated violently, destiny patterns churned like a tide, and the entire world seemed to tremble.

Meanwhile, in another part of the void, Ye Wu Yuan’s figure quietly emerged.

He quietly gazed at the distant Sea of Destiny, a cold sneer playing on his lips.

“Xuan Wu Chen, as expected, couldn’t hold back,” he murmured. “But you will not succeed.”

He slowly closed his eyes, his spiritual consciousness sinking into the destiny patterns, beginning to search for the flaws in the Sea of Destiny.

He knew that the true controller was not the one who established the rules, but the one who could break them and reshape them.

And he was the one who would break destiny.

The final chapter of destiny had just begun.

Xuan Wu Chen’s destiny patterns entwined like chains, pressing directly towards the core of the Sea of Destiny. The young man and Bai Li joined forces to resist, their destiny patterns weaving into a net, fending off that violent force. However, Xuan Wu Chen’s strength far exceeded expectations; the power of his destiny patterns surged like a tide, each冲击 making the Sea of Destiny tremble.

“Do you think that with the strength of just two people, you can stop me?” Xuan Wu Chen sneered, his gaze like torches. “Destiny must return to order, otherwise the cultivation world will fall into chaos!”

The young man’s eyes were firm, the destiny patterns in his palm slowly rotated, and a golden destiny pattern appeared on his forehead—the mark of the source of destiny, symbolizing his identity as the guardian of destiny.

“Order is not something you alone can define,” the young man whispered. “The freedom of destiny is not the beginning of chaos, but the beginning of choice.”

Xuan Wu Chen frowned slightly but did not stop his actions. The destiny patterns condensed again, transforming into a sharp chain, directly targeting the young man and Bai Li.

Bai Li gritted her teeth, destiny patterns flowing in her palm, attempting to resist. However, Xuan Wu Chen’s power was too immense, and the interwoven destiny barrier was torn open with a crack.

“We can’t let him continue,” Bai Li whispered.

The young man nodded, the destiny patterns in his palm slowly rotated, and his consciousness sank into the source of destiny. He began to adjust the flow of destiny patterns, trying to use the inherent power of the Sea of Destiny to resist Xuan Wu Chen’s invasion.

“You cannot control destiny,” the young man slowly said, his voice deep yet firm. “But you can guide it.”

Xuan Wu Chen sneered: “You are merely a lunatic fantasizing about changing everything.”

The young man did not respond but slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness delving into the deepest part of the Sea of Destiny. There, the rules of destiny were being reshaped, destiny patterns twinkling like stars, weaving into a vast net of destiny.

“Destiny should not be controlled,” the young man murmured. “But should be guided.”

The next moment, the Sea of Destiny vibrated violently, destiny patterns surged like a tide, forming an invisible barrier that completely repelled Xuan Wu Chen’s power of destiny patterns.

“This…how is this possible?” Xuan Wu Chen’s expression changed slightly. He could feel the power of the Sea of Destiny changing, as if the entire world was rejecting his control.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as the sea: “You seek order, but I tell you, true order is not established by the strong, but determined by destiny itself.”

Xuan Wu Chen was silent for a moment, then sneered: “Do you think this can stop me? No, this is just the beginning.”

He suddenly withdrew his destiny patterns, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the void.

Bai Li watched the direction Xuan Wu Chen departed, her brows tightly furrowed: “He won’t give up easily.”

The young man nodded: “Yes, he’s just waiting for the opportune moment.”

Just then, a rift suddenly appeared in the distant void, and a dark shadow slowly emerged.

Ye Wu Yuan.

He quietly looked at the young man and Bai Li, a cold sneer playing on his lips: “It seems I’ve arrived at just the right time.”

Bai Li’s expression changed slightly: “Ye Wu Yuan?”

Ye Wu Yuan slowly walked out, destiny patterns flowing in his palm. It was a dark golden destiny pattern, carrying an eerie power.

“The reshaping of destiny has just begun,” Ye Wu Yuan whispered. “And I will become the true controller of destiny.”

The young man’s gaze was calm, and he slowly said: “You are mistaken, destiny is not control, but guidance.”

Ye Wu Yuan sneered: “You are too naive. In this world, only the strong can determine the course of destiny. Since you are unwilling to control destiny, then let me accomplish what you dare not do.”

The young man did not respond but slowly raised his palm, destiny patterns appearing in it, connected to the Sea of Destiny.

“You want to control destiny, but have you considered that destiny will resist you?”

A strange look flashed in Ye Wu Yuan’s eyes, but it quickly returned to indifference: “Destiny? It’s merely an excuse for the weak. True strong ones are not bound by destiny.”

The young man smiled faintly: “Then let us see who is the true master of destiny.”

As his voice fell, the space between the young man and Ye Wu Yuan vibrated violently, destiny patterns intertwined between them, as if the contest of destiny was about to begin.

Bai Li stood by, her expression solemn. She could feel that this contest not only concerned the young man and Ye Wu Yuan but also the future of the entire cultivation world.

“The freedom of destiny must, in the end, endure a storm,” she murmured softly.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the cultivation world, in the grand hall of the Xuan Tian Sect, Xuan Wu Chen sat on a high seat, his gaze profound.

“Have they begun?” he muttered to himself.

An elder stepped forward, respectfully saying: “Sect Master, the Xuan Tian Sect has gathered the major sects, and a new heavenly destiny system is about to be established. But if the contest between the young man and Ye Wu Yuan continues, it may affect the entire destiny pattern of the cultivation world.”

Xuan Wu Chen nodded slightly: “I know. But this contest is inevitable.”

He slowly rose, his gaze looking into the distance: “The freedom of destiny must, in the end, undergo a baptism. And I, in this storm, will find true order.”

On the shores of the East Sea, the former East Sea Dragon King still stood upon the reefs, gazing at the surging waves.

“The transformation of destiny is irreversible,” he whispered. “But can freedom truly bring hope?”

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the fluctuations of the Sea of Destiny, as if listening to destiny’s whispers.

And deep in the Southern Wilderness, the young girl in green continued her journey, her steps firm, a hint of persistence in her eyes.

“Since destiny has changed, I, too, must forge my own path,” she murmured, destiny patterns slowly emerging in her palm.

At the end of the Sea of Destiny, Ling Xi’s figure slowly emerged, her will already integrated with the Sea of Destiny, becoming a symbol of freedom.

“The final chapter of destiny has just begun,” she said softly, then slowly dissipated into the Sea of Destiny.

The young man stood in the center of the Sea of Destiny, his gaze firm. He knew that the true contest had just begun.

And this contest would determine the future direction of destiny for the cultivation world.