The great tribulation of the desolate wilderness, in fact, had already arrived…

Yet, even so, the situation was far more severe than Mo Hua had anticipated. In his vision, things should not have unfolded this way. The scene before him should have appeared ten, five, or at least two or three years later.

But now…

Lights of destiny intertwined in the void, sparkling like stars, seemingly weaving a magnificent tapestry never before seen. The seven individuals were immersed in it, their consciousness enveloped by the flames of destiny, traversing through countless fragments of fate.

They saw a woman dancing alone under the moonlight, her robes flowing, her eyes filled with sorrow and resilience; they saw a swordsman sitting silently on a mountaintop, his long sword plunged into the stone, his gaze profound, as if awaiting a fated duel; they saw a scholar diligently studying by a cold window, his brush blossoming with words, each character like blood, as if inscribing a forgotten history.

“Destiny…” Lin Wan-er murmured, “It never stops flowing; it’s just that we have always been bound by the scroll of destiny, unable to see its true form.”

Luo Wu-chen’s gaze was profound, as if piercing through the flames of destiny to see a deeper truth. He slowly spoke, “The flame of destiny is not destruction, but rebirth. What it burns away is old destiny, and what it nurtures is new possibility.”

The seven looked at each other, an unprecedented understanding rising in their hearts. They realized that the flame of destiny was not an enemy, but a trial they had to overcome. Only by truly understanding the essence of destiny could they break the shackles of the scroll of destiny and allow the destinies of all beings to flow freely.

“We can no longer rely on external forces,” Luo Wu-chen said gravely. “The power of the flame of destiny must be borne and comprehended by ourselves.”

Lin Wan-er nodded gently, her eyes firm: “The seven of us are both witnesses and creators of destiny.”

The seven slowly closed their eyes, each mobilizing the purest power of destiny within them, no longer relying on external forces, but merging themselves with the flame of destiny. The flame of destiny seemed to sense their will; the flames began to slowly rotate, transforming into a massive vortex that completely swallowed their consciousness.

The next moment, they found themselves in a realm of chaos. Here, there was no time, no space, only countless threads of destiny intertwining in the void, as if the entire world were an unfinished scroll of destiny. The seven floated in this chaos, feeling an unprecedented pressure.

“This is the origin of destiny,” Luo Wu-chen whispered. “We must re-weave our own destiny here.”

Lin Wan-er gently raised her hand, a wisp of destiny thread wrapping around her fingertip. The thread shimmered with a faint light, as if carrying the will of countless beings. She said softly, “Threads of destiny are extensions of our will. Only by truly understanding them can we control them.”

The seven each extended their hands, and threads of destiny intertwined between them, forming a complex array diagram. This diagram was not deliberately arranged by them, but naturally condensed from their wills. The diagram slowly rotated, releasing streams of destiny power that permeated the chaos.

The chaos began to slowly solidify, and under the guidance of the array diagram, the threads of destiny gradually wove into a brand new scroll of destiny. Upon the scroll, the figures of the seven appeared; some stood on mountaintops, some walked through secluded valleys, some sat quietly in ancient temples, each person’s trajectory of destiny clearly visible.

However, just as the scroll was about to be completed, a black crack suddenly appeared on the scroll, as if an invisible force was tearing at the very essence of destiny.

“It’s a will from beyond destiny!” Lin Wan-er exclaimed.

Luo Wu-chen’s eyes narrowed, and he said gravely, “It has detected our intention and is trying to stop us.”

The seven worked together, continuing to guide the threads of destiny to mend the crack, but the crack seemed to possess its own will, constantly spreading and devouring every inch of the scroll of destiny.

“We can’t let it succeed!” Luo Wu-chen shouted, taking the lead in injecting his own destiny power into the scroll.

Lin Wan-er followed closely, and the other five also poured their power into the scroll of destiny. The seven’s destiny power converged into a brilliant pillar of light, rushing directly towards the core of the crack.

In an instant, the entire chaotic space trembled violently, and the threads of destiny danced madly, as if engaged in a silent struggle.

“We can’t just mend it,” Lin Wan-er suddenly spoke. “We must give the scroll of destiny its own will!”

A glint flashed in Luo Wu-chen’s eyes: “Are you saying… give the scroll of destiny life?”

“Precisely!” Lin Wan-er nodded. “The flame of destiny, the threads of destiny, they are inherently the condensed will of all beings. We just need to ignite them, to let them have their own choices.”

The seven no longer merely passively mended the crack, but actively injected their own wills into the threads of destiny. They were no longer just witnesses of destiny, but creators of destiny.

Under their will, the threads of destiny gradually glowed with new light, and streams of destiny light shone in the chaos, as if illuminating the entire world.

The crack began to slowly heal, and the scroll of destiny gradually became complete again, while the figures of the seven also became clearer on the scroll.

“We succeeded,” Lin Wan-er whispered.

Luo Wu-chen, however, still frowned: “No, this is just the beginning.”

Before he finished speaking, the scroll of destiny suddenly trembled violently, and a strange aura emerged from deep within the scroll. The aura was cold and powerful, as if from an unknown realm beyond destiny.

“It’s here,” Luo Wu-chen whispered.

The seven looked at each other, and all simultaneously tightened their grip on the threads of destiny, preparing to face the true test that was about to come.

The flame of destiny slowly burned, illuminating the entire chaotic space, and also illuminating their future.

And the scroll of destiny, finally began to write its own chapter.

The flame of destiny slowly burned, illuminating the entire chaotic space, and also illuminating the future of the seven. The scroll of destiny slowly unfolded before them, and streams of destiny light intertwined in the void, as if narrating the will of countless beings.

However, just as they thought everything was about to settle, a strange mark suddenly appeared on the scroll of destiny. The mark was profound and obscure, as if it did not belong to this realm, but came from an unknown will beyond destiny.

“This is…” Lin Wan-er’s pupils constricted slightly, her voice low, “A will beyond destiny?”

Luo Wu-chen’s gaze was solemn as he slowly reached out, his fingertip lightly touching the mark. In an instant, a cold and powerful force surged into his body along the threads of destiny, as if to completely devour his consciousness.

“Be careful!” the others exclaimed in unison.

Luo Wu-chen gritted his teeth, forcibly stabilized his mind, and said coldly, “It… is trying to invade the scroll of destiny.”

A cold glint flashed in Lin Wan-er’s eyes, and she whispered, “It is not reconciled.”

“Not reconciled?” someone repeated in a low voice.

“The scroll of destiny is the condensed will of all beings,” Lin Wan-er slowly explained. “It has always tried to control destiny; now that we have reshaped the scroll of destiny, it naturally will not stand by and do nothing.”

“Then why did it only appear now?” someone asked.

“Because it has been waiting,” Luo Wu-chen said gravely, “waiting for our weakest moment.”

The seven looked at each other, all seeing solemnity in each other’s eyes. They knew that the true test had only just begun.

“Since it has come, let it see how firm our will truly is,” Luo Wu-chen slowly raised his hand; in his palm, the power of destiny slowly condensed, forming a brilliant pillar of light.

Lin Wan-er also made her move without hesitation, threads of destiny flowing between her fingertips, transforming into complex array patterns, firmly protecting the scroll of destiny.

The other five no longer hesitated either, and all quickly activated the purest power of destiny within them, joining Luo Wu-chen and Lin Wan-er to construct a solid barrier.

The scroll of destiny slowly rotated under their will, and the light of destiny intertwined in the void, forming a colossal destiny array diagram. The array diagram slowly operated, releasing a vast power that gradually suppressed the strange mark.

However, the mark did not dissipate there; instead, it became even more violent under the suppression of the destiny array diagram, like an enraged ancient beast, furiously tearing at the boundaries of the scroll of destiny.

“It’s trying to tear apart the scroll of destiny!” Lin Wan-er exclaimed.

“We can’t let it succeed!” Luo Wu-chen shouted, flipping his palm, and the power of destiny surged out like a tide, fiercely impacting the mark.

“We’ll help too!” the others echoed in unison, all activating their destiny power to join the battle.

Seven streams of destiny power converged into a brilliant pillar of light, rushing directly towards the core of the mark. In an instant, the entire chaotic space trembled violently, and the threads of destiny danced madly, as if engaged in a silent struggle.

“Hold on!” Luo Wu-chen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

“We cannot let it break through the scroll of destiny!” Lin Wan-er’s voice was firm and calm.

The seven worked together, completely integrating their wills into the power of destiny. Their destiny power was no longer just pure energy, but carried all their beliefs and determination.

The scroll of destiny slowly regained its calm under their will, and the light of the mark also gradually dimmed, finally turning into a faint afterimage that completely dissipated in the flame of destiny.

“We succeeded…” someone whispered.

Luo Wu-chen slowly unclenched his fists, exhaled a long breath, but his eyes remained vigilant: “No, it has only temporarily retreated.”

Lin Wan-er nodded gently: “It won’t give up easily.”

The seven fell silent for a moment, all realizing a truth: the will beyond destiny had not truly disappeared; it was merely waiting for the next opportunity.

“We must speed up,” Luo Wu-chen said gravely. “Completely control the scroll of destiny before it descends again.”

Lin Wan-er nodded: “But the scroll of destiny is not yet fully stable; we still need time.”

“Time…” Luo Wu-chen repeated in a low voice, his gaze profound, “We don’t have much time left.”

The seven looked at each other, all seeing determination in each other’s eyes. They knew that the real battle had only just begun.

The flame of destiny still burned, illuminating the entire chaotic space, and also illuminating their future.

And the scroll of destiny, finally began to write its own chapter.

Just then, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the scroll of destiny. The figure was blurry and distant, as if it had crossed countless times and spaces, finally manifesting at this moment.

“That’s…” Lin Wan-er’s pupils constricted slightly, her voice trembling slightly.

Luo Wu-chen’s gaze was fixed on that figure, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

“It’s him,” he whispered.

“Who?” someone asked.

Luo Wu-chen slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling something. After a long while, he slowly spoke, “The original creator of destiny.”

A hint of shock flashed in Lin Wan-er’s eyes: “Are you saying… he is the source of destiny?”

“Yes,” Luo Wu-chen opened his eyes, his gaze firm, “He once controlled destiny, but ultimately chose to leave.”

“Then why is he appearing now?” someone wondered.

“Perhaps… he has been waiting for us,” Lin Wan-er said softly.

The seven fell silent, all realizing a truth: their destiny might have already been written, and they were merely walking step by step towards that predetermined outcome.

“Regardless, we must continue forward,” Luo Wu-chen slowly said. “The truth of destiny lies ahead.”

Lin Wan-er nodded gently: “Let’s go.”

The seven once again joined forces; the power of destiny flowed between them, the scroll of destiny slowly unfolded, and streams of destiny light shone in the void, as if guiding their direction.

The flame of destiny slowly burned, reflecting their figures.

And the scroll of destiny, finally began to write its own chapter.

This chapter will be written by their own hands.