— Within a pure white palace in the High-Heaven Kingdom that hovered above the Forest of Jagga and many other land-based territories —
"Hmm?" An old man who looked as if he had been asleep for centuries suddenly opened his willowy eyes. "Why has the River of Destiny been acting up so much as of late?"
For the last period of time, this old man—revered and feared even by Immortal Realm Cultivators—had been distracted by the River of Destiny. As one of the strongest beings on the Continent, not much could elude him, but whatever was constantly tampering with the natural course of destiny was one of those things.
Making a series of esoteric hand symbols, the old man attempted to get to the bottom of this anomaly once and for all. However, he was left with deeply furrowed brows and a hint of confusion contorting his wrinkled forehead.
