Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1587 - 737: Condense the Heavenly Heart Mark, Advance to Heavenly Immortal

"Is this the Destiny Dao?"

Jiang Fan’s pupils contracted. It was his first time being so close to the Destiny Dao.

Previously, when he condensed the Path of Destiny, he had only seen the shadow of the Destiny Dao.

But now, he had truly and unmistakably arrived within the Destiny Dao.

At this moment, his Primordial Spirit vision broke through all shackles, piercing through the veils of Dao Rhyme. At the horizon of his vision, a truly endless river crossing the heavens, connecting ancient times, encompassing the three thousand Great Thousand Worlds, unfolded with a thunderous roar. One could not see its source at a glance, nor its end, as if it had eternally flowed since the Chaos Opening Heaven, never ceasing. ​

This is—the River of Destiny.

This place is the end of all heavens and paths, the root of all fates.

No sky, no earth, no day, no night, a boundless and desolate void of Dao where all worldly illusions have faded away, leaving only the eternal Dao Rhyme floating and pulsating in the void.

Countless threads of destiny and karmic force, fine as hair, radiant and transparent, crisscrossed and intertwined, weaving an unparalleled net of destiny that enveloped the entire Dao Domain. Each thread is tied to the life trajectory of a living being; pulling one affects the whole, and even the slightest tremor influences the fortunes and misfortunes of countless beings across the cosmos.

The river’s water is not of mundane liquid, but is instead formed by the pure source of destiny, karmic force, and the trajectory of time.

The river surface is sometimes clear as a mirror, with shallow clear light reflecting the unchanging order of the Dao through the ages; sometimes turbulent and surging, with dark currents lying in wait, carrying with them endless unknown variables and tribulations.

The river’s flow is interwoven with myriad colors, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, slow or urgent. Each rushing stream carries the rise and fall of a world, each wave corresponds to the prosperity and decline of a race of beings. The eternal cycle of reincarnation, the fortunes and misfortunes of the heavens, all unfold within the torrents of this river. ​

Jiang Fan concentrated, looking down, and saw a myriad of destinies of the common people.

Countless tiny and weak points of light floated and sank within the river, drifting along with the current. These were the simulacrums of the destinies of common mortals and Low-Tier Cultivators.

He saw the lives of mortals, the mornings and evenings, birth, aging, sickness, and death, joy and sorrow, toil tirelessly, ultimately unable to escape the cycle of time; saw the Low-Tier Cultivators rising and falling, seizing opportunities to soar, or succumbing to calamities leading to death and Dao dissolution, all their struggles swept away in the torrent of destiny, unable to act of their own will; saw the cycles of exotic beasts and the Demon Race, thriving, multiplying, and spreading during times of prosperity, withering and vanishing like smoke during times of decline.

Countless points of light flickered on and off in an instant, countless beings reincarnating again and again, none able to escape the bindings of the torrent, revealing the insignificance and helplessness of the destinies of all beings.

"This Destiny Dao is not only created by the Immortals but also nurtured by nature."

Jiang Fan’s eyes showed a hint of shock.

If he could completely control this Destiny Dao, he would be able to control the destinies of all beings.

Currently, he could only gain insight into some of the mysteries of destiny.

Compared to the Destiny Dao, he was utterly insignificant.

Rumbling~~

With this thought, Jiang Fan traced the River of Destiny upwards, away from the shallows where beings rise and fall, reaching the deeper Dao Domain upstream. The scenery changed suddenly.

No longer the fleeting, tiny lights, countless grand and resplendent, immortal imprints, deep and unwavering, were etched along both banks of the river and within the void of the Dao Domain, deeply rooted, enduring through eternity, unyielding to the sweeping river or the baptism of time. ​

Those were the Dao imprint marks left by successive Heavenly Immortals who had tread the pinnacle of the Dao. ​

These imprints varied in shape and Dao Rhyme, displaying the supreme style of the Ancient Great Power.

Some imprints were like glorious burning suns, blazing with golden brightness, overwhelmingly powerful, with the surrounding void enveloped in battle intent Dao Rhyme. One could faintly hear the war drums of campaigns from ages past, belonging to the supreme war god who swept through the heavens, waging wars across worlds, proving the Dao through slaughter, carving an unparalleled reputation on the Destiny Dao;

Some imprints were like suspended bright moons, with gentle and serene light, tranquil and far-reaching, untainted and transcendental, possessing a transparency that overlooked the rise and fall of countless ages, belonging to a reclusive Dao Sovereign, seeing through the illusions of the mundane, proving the Dao through purity, untouched by the dust of karma;

Some imprints were like vast star rivers, with countless star orbits interwoven and entangled, with intricate and profound patterns, infinitely mysterious, with threads deducing celestial secrets and calculating reincarnation, belonging to the sage of destiny who presides over cause and effect, overlooking the heavens, proving the Dao through celestial secrets, and gaining insight into all worldly variables;

Others were imprints that were vast, hefty, ancient, and weathered, carrying the primordial aura of opening heaven and earth, with Dao Rhyme deep as a sea, each settling would stabilize a region within the Dao Domain, belonging to the ancient creator of the heavens, who evolves the Dao through self, expanding boundaries, carrying the foundational source of all heavens and earth. ​

Each Immortal imprint is a testament to the Dao of a top-tier Great Power, unique and unreplicable.

They do not dim with the extinction of epochs, nor dissipate with the restart of reincarnation, eternally engraved within the source of the Destiny Dao, interwoven into a grand and vast Star Sea of Immortal Imprints.

"However, most of these imprints have faded."

"Which means many Immortals cultivating the Path of Destiny have perished due to calamities."

"But how can one leave their imprint on the Destiny Dao and condense a mark of Heaven’s Heart?"

Jiang Fan contemplated his next course of action.

Rumbling~~~

At this instant, the once tranquil flowing River of Destiny suddenly surged and roared, the river boiled, light scattered, stars shattered, and the once serene Dao Domain was suddenly engulfed by a monstrous fate storm. In the depths of the void, countless Dao imprints sealed away for endless ages began to awaken, an ancient, majestic, and cold Dao sound echoed through the heavens, devoid of emotion, each word resonating within the Primordial Spirit: