When the auroras of the Eternal Frozen Star Abyss were torn to shreds by two intersecting Rule force fields, Lin Moyu's Samsara Dao Domain and the incoming challenger's Karma Prison had already collided three thousand times. The gray-robed cultivator suspended opposite raised a hand to smooth away the folds of time, revealing a true visage woven from the threads of fate—every single wrinkle flowed with the unique Law brilliance of the Great Vehicle Stage, and from his hair tips hung not strands of black silk, but condensed fragments of predestined fate. With a flick of his finger, he lightly tapped the bronze Fate Disc suspended at his waist, and a million karmic threads suddenly materialized into physical entities, slicing the entire star abyss into a chessboard-shaped prison of destiny. "This old man has penetrated the Dao of Karma for seventy thousand years; today, I shall let you, little friend, know what the heavenly regulations and earthly norms truly are."
Lin Moyu tapped his toe to shatter a certain fragment of fate, the splashing debris evolving into miniature samsara vortices in the void. What emerged behind him was no longer a dharma form, but the Rebirth Mirror cast from the memories of nine lifetimes of samsara, its surface reflecting three thousand possible scenarios of the gray-robed cultivator's yet-unrealized demise. "Karma is merely a thread-bound book. Watch as Lin rewrites its binding for you." Before the words faded, a certain future scene within the mir…
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