The Immortal Realm split apart, and all worlds collapsed.
Jiang Li covered his blood-seeping right eye. The patterns of reincarnation in his palm burned as they devoured the karma of the Nascent Soul he had consumed. This was his third time being reborn. In both previous lives, Mo Li had run him through the heart with a single strike in the Forbidden Ice Lands.
“Daoist friend, you calculated every secret of fate. Did you ever foresee this strike?” As the frost-cold sword tip pressed against his throat, he glimpsed a fragment of the future: an ancient forbidden art inside an ice coffin was devouring Mo Li’s soul.
For the first time, the Eye of Reincarnation gave a warning. The threads of karma surged wildly. When the Ninefold Immortal Palace collapsed, they had both been bloodstained pawns on the same chessboard.
In shattered time and space, the down-and-out scholar tore through the false realm, a vortex of karma that had devoured ten thousand years forming in his palm. “In this cycle of reincarnation, I’ll play black and make the first move.”
