I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

There were three women there, holding thread, a ruler, and scissors. They were waiting.

The sky above the Sacred Realm of Destiny is woven from countless fine, hair-like colored lines. Each line represents a person's fate, extending from the depths of the void and back again. There are no clouds, no sun, no stars, only endless lines of destiny, densely packed, like a spiderweb covering the entire sky.

The moment Qin Yuan stepped onto this world, he sensed something unusual beneath his feet. Looking down, he saw that he was standing on a golden line. The line was so thin it was almost invisible, yet it steadily supported his weight. Below the line was emptiness, and above it was also emptiness; these lines alone constituted the entire world.

"Be careful," Qin Yuan said to Lin Qing'er. "The rules are different here. Every step we take could affect the thread of fate."

Lin Qing'er nodded and followed closely behind him. She also stepped on a line, which was pale blue and glowed slightly, as if in response to her arrival.

The two walked along the thread of fate for a long time. The surroundings were eerily quiet; there was no wind, no footsteps, only the occasional hum of the thread of fate, like countless people whispering.

"Brother Qin Yuan, did you hear that?" Lin Qing'er asked softly.

"I heard it," Qin Yuan said. "It's the voice of fate. Don't pay attention to it; it will only cloud your judgment."

Lin Qing'er closed her eyes, shutting out the sounds. She only felt Qin Yuan's presence, and followed his footsteps, moving forward step by step.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the threads of fate ahead suddenly became denser. Countless threads intertwined, forming a giant knot. At the center of this knot, three women floated.

The first woman was young, dressed in a long white dress, and held a golden shuttle in her hand. Her fingers were long and slender, her movements graceful, as if she were weaving threads of destiny together. She was the weaver, responsible for weaving fate.

The second woman was middle-aged, dressed in a grey robe, and held a black ruler in her hand. Her expression was serious, her eyes sharp, as she continuously measured the length of the thread of fate. She was the measurer, responsible for measuring destiny.

The third woman was old, dressed in a black cloak, and held a huge pair of scissors in her hand. The blades gleamed coldly, so sharp they seemed capable of cutting through anything. Her face was expressionless, only radiating a chilling indifference. She was the one who cut, responsible for ending fates.

The three Fates.

Qin Yuan stopped. Lin Qing'er also stopped and stood behind him.

The weaver looked up and glanced at Qin Yuan. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting away. Her fingers continued their work, the golden shuttle weaving through the threads of fate.

"You're Qin Yuan, the one who killed the Faceless King and passed the test against the Lord of Time?" The weaver's voice was soft, like the wind blowing through a gauze curtain.

Qin Yuan nodded.

"Where is your fate line?" the weaver asked. "I have been weaving here for millions of years and have seen the fate lines of countless people. But I have not found yours."

The surveyor raised his ruler and measured in the air. "Nothing. His line isn't anywhere."

The person cutting the scissors didn't speak, but simply gripped them tightly.

Qin Yuan looked at them. "So?"

The weaver put down her shuttle and stood up. She was half a head taller than Qin Yuan, looking down at him.

"Those without destiny disrupt the balance of all destiny lines," she said. "Your very existence is a crack. The crack will widen, it will spread, and eventually it will cause the entire sanctuary of destiny to collapse. We cannot allow this to happen."

Qin Yuan asked, "What are your plans?"

The surveyor spoke, his voice deep and powerful. "Fill in your fate line. If it doesn't exist, we'll create one. We will weave a new fate line for you, drawing you into the web of destiny. From this day forward, everything in your life will proceed according to fate's arrangement."

Qin Yuan: "What if I don't want to?"

The weaver smiled, a cold smile. "You had no choice."

She raised her hand, and the golden shuttle transformed into countless golden threads, wrapping around Qin Yuan. The threads were as fast as lightning, densely packed, almost completely blocking any space for escape.

Qin Yuan raised his hand and struck out with a palm. The Chaos Handprint, carrying golden light, shook all the threads apart. The threads snapped and dissipated into specks of light, but more threads poured out from the weaver's hand, endlessly.

The surveyor made her move as well. She raised her black ruler and drew a line in the air. The golden line of fate beneath Qin Yuan's feet suddenly vanished, and he lost his footing, plummeting downwards. Lin Qing'er cried out in alarm and reached out to grab him, but the surveyor's ruler drew another line, and the line beneath Lin Qing'er's feet also disappeared.

The two fell at the same time.

Qin Yuan steadied himself in mid-air and grabbed Lin Qing'er's hand. He activated his Guardian Heavenly Dao, condensing a golden light screen beneath his feet as a temporary foothold.

The weaver stared at the screen of light, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "You actually managed to establish a foothold in the Sacred Domain of Destiny? Your power of existence is stronger than I imagined."

The surveyor frowned. "We can't let him continue. Cutter, make the move."

The one who had been silent all along finally moved. She raised her enormous scissors, not to cut Qin Yuan, but to cut Lin Qing'er.

The scissors fell, cutting nothing in reality, but Qin Yuan felt something between him and Lin Qing'er break. It was an invisible connection, like an unseen thread, severed in two.

Lin Qing'er's expression changed drastically. She felt her memories were fading—memories of Qin Yuan were slipping from her mind.

"Brother Qin Yuan..." She reached out to grab Qin Yuan, but halfway through her hand, her eyes suddenly became blank.

The weaver smiled. "What the cutter severed was the 'connecting thread' between you. Without this thread, she will slowly forget you. She won't die, she won't be hurt, she'll just no longer recognize you."

Qin Yuan looked into Lin Qing'er's eyes. The light in those eyes was fading, replaced by an emptiness.

His eyes changed.

It was no longer calm, no longer indifferent, but a cold, suppressed murderous intent fueled by rage.

"You shouldn't have touched her."

The weaver sensed the murderous intent and instinctively took a step back. But the one cutting was unfazed; she raised her scissors, ready to make another cut.

Qin Yuan made a move.

Instead of rushing over, he raised his right hand, his index finger pointing at the one who had cut off his fingers.

"Soul Shattering and Evil Breaking"

The finger strikes were silent and without any energy fluctuations. But the scissors of the one who cut her fingers stopped in mid-air, and then began to shatter from between her eyebrows. Her body cracked like porcelain, the cracks spreading from her head to her neck, then to her chest, and then to her limbs.