[You have to steal destiny from other protagonists for your own destiny, and destiny Point will increase as you gain others destiny. You just have to damage their path of Destiny.]
System explain destiny Point system to Lin Feng in short details as he understands his golden finger in this new life.
"You can say that i can see other destiny with eye of Destiny and after finding those with great destiny. I have to distrub their future path and then use my eye of Destiny to steal their destiny. It will also increase my destiny point that can use as currency in system. Its seems quite fun...."
A devil smile appear on his lips as he understands his future path will be thrilling.
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The night sky above Black Corner was ashen and starless, casting an eerie glow upon the crooked streets below. Amidst the chaos of this lawless region stood an imposing building—the Shadow Moon Auction House—its crescent-shaped roof glowing dimly with spiritual light. The walls were lined with runes and bones of ancient beasts, a reminder that even in Black Corner, power reigned supreme.
Outside, the crowd had thickened like a gathering storm.
Cultivators of various appearances filled the plaza. Most were rugged, their auras fluctuating wildly—from Body Practitioners with muscular frames and faint qi circulations, to rare Spirit Refining realm experts who stood aloof and watchful. Only a scarce few exuded the heavier presence of Spirit Transformation realm powerhouses, and they kept to the shadows, cautious of exposing themselves too early.
Guards from the Shadow Moon Sect flanked the towering doors—most of them Spirit Refining realm cultivators armed with black metal spears inscribed with defensive formations. Their eyes remained cold, but the tension in their posture betrayed the importance of tonight's auction.
"Did you hear? There's a demonic treasure from Beast Mountain tonight. Rumor says it came from a high-rank demon beast that recently died."
"I also heard someone found a severed demon arm buried in the mountain—still pulsing with blood."
"No way, that must be nonsense. Unless it's related to a demon king…"
The chatter hushed as a crimson spirit carriage pulled by a bat-like beast screeched to a halt. From within emerged a tall, lean figure with snow-white skin and blood-red eyes—Wang Tianhu, heir to the Blood Devil Sect. His robes were dyed with blood sigils that shimmered like living veins, and his hands were decorated with bone rings, each made from a different spiritual creature.
Whispers followed in his wake like an ominous wind.
"He's the Blood Drinker's heir... They say he bathes in the blood of Spirit Refining experts to temper his blood qi."
"Monster…"
But no one dared block his path. With a cold glance, Wang Tianhu stepped forward, his blood aura spreading faintly, causing weaker cultivators to instinctively back away.
Just then—like a breeze passing through mist—a young man appeared without a sound at the edge of the crowd, Lin Feng.
He stood tall, dressed in flowing royal-blue robes. His eyes—deep, endless, unreadable—swept over the auction house with indifference. People turned to look, confused by his calm aura. No spiritual energy leaked from him, yet there was an invisible pressure that made even battle-hardened warriors hesitate.
Lin Feng's gaze flickered slightly, and his Eye of Destiny activated.
The world seemed to dull, and three threads of Destiny shone among the crowd.
The first thread was pale yellow, leading directly to Wang Tianhu. It glowed with cruel ambition and power. A destiny carved in blood—high above the average person, yet twisted.
The second thread glowed poisonous green. It led to a seductive woman in a tight emerald dress, her body curving like a snake, her eyes sharp and sly. The symbol of the Serpent Heart Sect lay hidden on her waist. Her fate was equally strong—intense, venomous, and alluring.
But then, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed.
The third thread. It pulsed with a pale golden light—brighter and purer than the others. It wound toward a lone youth in black robes, standing silently at the far end of the plaza. His presence was quiet, even forgettable, yet the thread around him was vibrant with fate. On his finger was a simple black ring that shimmered faintly with soul energy.
Even without knowing his name, Lin Feng felt it—this boy was no ordinary person. His destiny was thick, as if shaped by the heavens themselves.
Golden fate... Could this boy be a Chosen One? A protagonist candidate?
A faint smirk crossed Lin Feng's lips. "Interesting…"
He turned toward the auction house's massive entrance and stepped forward.
The guards looked at him, ready to ask for proof of qualification—but before they could speak, a silver token flew from Lin Feng's sleeve and floated in front of them, spinning gently.
Shadow Moon VIP Token.
Their expressions changed instantly. Without another word, they stepped aside, allowing Lin Feng to pass into the glowing interior.
Let the show begin...
Inside the Shadow Moon Auction House, the atmosphere was vastly different from the savage energy outside. The scent of incense drifted in the air, cleansing away the stench of blood and dust. Rows of glowing lanterns hovered along the ceiling, casting a soft radiance across the richly adorned hall.
The center of the room was a circular stage made of beast bone and black crystal, protected by dozens of layered formations. Around it, hundreds of seats stretched out, but only twelve prominent seats—surrounded by thin layers of spiritual light—were arranged at the front: the VIP area.
Lin Feng entered quietly, his footsteps making no sound. A woman in silver robes greeted him respectfully and led him to one of the seats near the center. The moment he sat down, he could feel invisible barriers separate him from the others—both protective and restraining. These were clearly to avoid conflicts during the auction.
To his left sat a young man with blood-red eyes and eerily pale skin. His black and crimson robes bore the insignia of Blood Devil Sect, and a faint smell of iron hovered around him. Lin Feng immediately recognized him as Wang Tianhu, the bloodthirsty heir of the sect known for using spiritual blood as cultivation fuel.
The blood mist around him stirred faintly, almost alive.
To his right, a seductive woman in an emerald dress lazily rested on her armrest. Her waist was adorned with a green jade emblem—faintly shaped like a coiled snake. Her beauty was not just physical; her spiritual aura gave off a charm so natural that even some of the guards had accidentally turned their gaze toward her too often. Lin Feng knew she was from the Serpent Heart Sect, an infamous organization that specialized in poison arts and spiritual seduction.
Across from him, a calm-looking boy sat quietly. Dressed plainly in black, he had no visible weapon, no flashy treasure—just a simple black ring on his right hand.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He activated the Eye of Destiny silently, and in that moment, golden lines shimmered in the space between them—threads only he could see.
Wang Tianhu's thread glowed pale yellow, turbulent and violent—full of ambition and cruelty. The snake woman's thread shone poisonous green, slippery and unpredictable, yet equally strong.
But Chu Xiao's thread…
It radiated a pale golden light, more brilliant than all others. It pulsed with quiet power, and as Lin Feng focused deeper, a vision struck him like lightning.
[Future Vision: Fragment]
Chu Xiao, standing atop a sea of flames—controlling countless heavenly fires, his voice shaking the heavens.
"I am the Flame Emperor!"