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

She didn't even have time to let out a scream before her entire body shattered into countless specks of light, dissipating into the threads of fate.

The weaver turned deathly pale. The surveyor's pupils constricted sharply.

Qin Yuan withdrew his finger and looked at the remaining two.

"Next."

The Weaver's hands trembled. She had lived for billions of years, and the Severer for billions of years; neither had ever witnessed anyone kill the Severer in a single blow within the Sacred Realm of Destiny. The Severer's scissors were instruments of destiny, capable of severing any thread of fate, including her own. But Qin Yuan's finger strike hadn't severed any thread at all—he had simply erased the Severer's very existence.

"How...how did you do that?" The weaver's voice trembled.

Qin Yuan didn't answer. He walked towards Lin Qing'er and reached out to cup her face. Lin Qing'er's eyes were still blank, but when she saw Qin Yuan's face, that blankness slowly faded, replaced by a familiar warmth.

"Brother Qin Yuan..." she whispered, "I... I think I forgot about you just now."

Qin Yuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "It's alright. I remember now."

"Mmm." Lin Qing'er nodded, holding his hand tightly and refusing to let go.

Qin Yuan turned around and faced the weaver and the surveyor.

"You have one more chance. Restore the Threads of Fate to their original state, and I may spare your lives."

The Measuring One gritted his teeth. "You think you can threaten us by killing the Severer? The rules of the Sanctuary of Destiny are not something you can change! Your very existence is a mistake, and it must be corrected!"

She raised the black ruler and drew three lines in the air. The space around Qin Yuan began to distort, and threads of fate surged from all directions, coiling around his limbs and neck like snakes. These threads were not physical objects, but manifestations of fate—once entangled, one would be bound by the rules of fate, unable to break free.

Qin Yuan did not struggle. He stood there, letting the threads of fate wrap around his wrists, ankles, and neck. The threads tightened more and more, digging into his skin and drawing blood.

Lin Qing'er wanted to help him, but Qin Yuan shook his head.

"Don't move. Let me do it."

He closed his eyes, feeling the threads of fate. Each thread represented a kind of "destiny"—destined to fail, destined to die, destined to lose everything. Those "destinies" were like chains, trying to nail him to the chessboard of fate.

But Qin Yuan did not believe in fate.

He has come this far from the Xuan Yuan Sect, every step of which he has taken has been his own. No one chose for him, no one decided for him. His destiny has always belonged only to himself.

He opened his eyes, and golden light shone brightly within them.

The power to protect the Heavenly Dao erupted from his body, golden light burning like flames, severing all the threads of fate binding him. The broken threads turned into specks of light and dissipated, and the measurer, his face deathly pale, staggered back several steps.

"Impossible!" she screamed. "The thread of fate is indestructible!"

Qin Yuan said, "Nothing is indestructible."

He raised his right hand and struck the measurer with a palm. The chaotic handprint, carrying golden light, blotted out the sky and enveloped the measurer completely.

The surveyor raised his black ruler to block. The ruler struck the palm print with a piercing metallic scraping sound. The ruler cracked, then shattered. The palm print, still powerful, slammed into the surveyor.

The measurer's body flew out like a piece of paper, crashing into countless lines of fate and shattering them into pieces. She coughed up blood, struggling to stand up, but her body had already begun to turn transparent—her lines of fate had been severed by Qin Yuan's palm strike.

"You...you destroyed my destiny line..." The measurer's voice grew weaker and weaker, "Without the destiny line...I cannot exist..."

Her body became completely transparent, then vanished. The black ruler fragments fell to the ground and turned to dust.

The weaver stood still, motionless. She still held the shuttle in her hand, but her hand no longer trembled—not because she was no longer afraid, but because she had given up.

"You've won," the Weaver said, his voice eerily calm. "The Cutter is dead, the Measuring One is dead. My life has no meaning now. But remember, the rules of the Sacred Realm of Destiny weren't set by me, but by the myriad realms themselves. You broke my rules, but you can't break the rules of the myriad realms. One day, you will encounter something you cannot break."

Qin Yuan looked at her. "Perhaps. But that day isn't today."

The weaver smiled. She loosened the shuttle, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Her body began to dissipate upwards from her feet, turning into golden specks of light, just like the cutter and the measurer.

"The three Fates...have become history..." Her last words drifted away in the wind.

[Ding! Defeat the rulers of the Sacred Realm of Destiny—the Three Goddesses of Destiny (The Weaver, the Measuring Lady, and the Cutter). Reward: Unlimited Energy Points.]

[Cultivation Breakthrough: Eternal Saint Emperor Level 5 → Eternal Saint Sovereign Level 1.]

[Lin Qing'er's advancement is simultaneous: from the peak of the ninth level of the Void Saint Emperor realm to the first level of the Eternal Saint Emperor realm.]

[Obtain special item: Thread of Fate (can foresee an impending danger; disappears after use).]

[Gain special item: Ruler of Fate (can measure enemy weaknesses, passive effect).]

Qin Yuan bent down and picked up the shuttle. The shuttle had lost its luster and become an ordinary object. He casually put it aside and turned to look at Lin Qing'er.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Lin Qing'er clenched her fist, feeling the newly acquired power within her body. "Eternal Saint Emperor Level 1... So fast. I used to cultivate for tens of thousands of years and still couldn't break through, but following you, I broke through in just a few days."

Qin Yuan smiled. "Let's go. There are even more formidable ones up there."

The two passed through the Sacred Realm of Destiny and flew higher. The threads of destiny behind them gradually returned to calm, but those broken threads could never be repaired.

Ahead was a screen of light. Behind the screen was a giant wheel, slowly rotating.

The Sacred Realm of Reincarnation.

The Sacred Realm of Reincarnation has no land; only a gigantic wheel floats in the void. The wheel is divided into six areas, each engraved with a different pattern—the Heavenly Realm, the Human Realm, the Asura Realm, the Animal Realm, the Hungry Ghost Realm, and the Hell Realm. The Six Paths of Reincarnation.

On the edge of the roulette wheel sat an elderly woman. She wore a coarse gray cloth dress and held a heavy ledger in her hand. The ledger's cover was black and blank. Her hair was completely white, draped haphazardly over her shoulders, and the wrinkles on her face were as deep as if etched by a knife.

Lord of Reincarnation.

She looked up at Qin Yuan. Her eyes were cloudy, like a stagnant pool, but beneath that stagnant water lay something profound.

"You're Qin Yuan, the one who killed the three goddesses?" Her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against metal.

Qin Yuan nodded.

"What about your karma?" The Lord of Reincarnation opened the ledger, turning page after page. "I checked your karma, and it's blank. Impossible. Everyone creates karma. You've killed people, demons, gods, and monsters. These are all karma. Why isn't it recorded in the ledger?"