Chapter 472: Chapter 207: The Funeral Bell for the Youth Who Defies Heaven, Fan Wubing (Supersized Arc Finale) (Part 4)

"You should have been killed at birth. But..." Bixi mused, "your Tian Sha fate has been modified, granting you a sliver of survival." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Fan Wubing froze. Could this be the origin of the Tian Can body?

Every five years, it deals 99.99% maximum life damage. Is the remaining 0.01% supposedly the ’sliver of survival’?

So, ’Tian Sha’ becomes ’Tian Can’?

"Senior, do you know who modified my fate?"

Bixi said, "Fate is determined by the heavens. However, there are indeed people in this world who wield the power of fate. But... they shouldn’t have the authority to alter a Tian Sha fate." It shook its head, "Such matters are too profound and complex for me to fully understand."

"Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao... what exactly is the Heavenly Dao?" Fan Wubing asked quietly.

Bixi said, "It was once the will of all beings’ soul spirits. Now, what it is, is unclear."

Fan Wubing took a deep breath, resilience shining in his eyes, "Since I was born, I have faced the Tian Sha every five years. The first three times, I could say there was a sliver of survival, but this time, I feel like the heavens leave me not even a sliver of survival."

His pupils contracted and dilated, then returned to normal. He spoke resolutely, "Let the elder witness, I will question the heavenly will! What exactly does it intend?"

Bixi’s emotions were complicated, wanting to speak yet stopping, hesitant to articulate.

With a thought, Fan Wubing unleashed a surge of righteous energy from his forehead.

It was a method he learned from He Youyi to question destiny and request heavenly intervention.

He dipped his finger in ink, transforming into a written piece—

"Under the Vast Heavens—"

Just as he spoke, Bixi suddenly exclaimed, "You should not ask of the Vast Heavens!"

Fan Wubing’s brow twitched, "Not... the Vast Heavens?"

A crack suddenly traced across Bixi’s shell. It enunciated slowly, "The Vast Heavens crumble and perish, the Mortal World replaces the old with the new! Come, I recite, you write!"

Fan Wubing stood upright.

Bixi’s voice erupted like a volcanic explosion,

"I have one thing to ask, dare to question the heavens!"

Fan Wubing dipped the ink: I have one thing to ask, dare to question the heavens.

"Once in a lifetime return to the Mortal World, pursuing the world like deer await me! Uncertain when it ends, helpless in the Mortal World. Had the soul not wavered, how could it know the heavens were this way; had the body not been incomplete, how else would destiny break this way. Years may pass, yet the heavens do not favor me, seasons have their time, yet the earth does not fulfill desire. Does this fate have an end?"

This piece, "Questioning Destiny," was completed.

Righteous energy swept the true intent of the written words, directly toward the heavens.

The pure, untouched white vanished into the black sky.

Fan Wubing nodded in anticipation.

Bixi asked, "Are you nervous?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I knew the heavenly will from the start."

"Then why question it?"

Fan Wubing stated firmly, "I am not questioning whether I can live, but notifying it that I have said my peace; whatever happens next is not my concern."

"What a rogue statement!"

Fan Wubing chuckled, "Attempting to kill me without reason, should I pretend to be a courteous young master? And you, senior, are you not partaking in my mischief?"

Bixi’s shell was now covered with cracks. Its eyes were dismissive, "Time can’t kill me, the heavens think they can? It’s just time for a shell change."

Fan Wubing’s face was full of vitality, "What a shell change!"

"And you, what a twenty-year-old you are!"

Righteous energy carried the heavenly decree back.

The inked intent of "Questioning Destiny" was dispersed and converged into a large,

"Kill."

Destiny was decreed.

Fan Wubing suddenly realized he had embarked on a path to contend with the heavens. Fortunately, he had prepared for this early on. In his heart, he silently thanked the Celestial Venerable Youxuan for awakening him. If he hadn’t resolved such depression, he might not have faced Ying Huo’s impending slaughter with his current mindset.

"Farewell, senior!"

With head raised, he departed,

We will not be dismantled.

In an instant, Fan Wubing moved, his steps nearly tearing through the fabric of space. He thought it a pity; if he understood the Cosmic Dao, traversing space would be as easy as lifting a finger, and there would be no need to rush.

He hovered above the vast sea, gazing at the blood-red giant eye in the sky.

Many thoughts emerged in his mind.

The most pressing question was, "How exactly was the ’Tian Sha fate’ modified into the ’Tian Can fate’?"

He looked at the initial talent in his attribute panel, "Fate Not Destined to End."

Looking at it now, this talent no longer seemed to be innate to the attribute panel.

January twenty-first, 9 p.m.

Only half an hour remained until Fan Wubing’s birth at midnight.

A prompt suddenly appeared before him—

[You have been influenced, constitution ’Tian Can Body’ advances to ’Tian Sha Body’]

"Advances..." Fan Wubing couldn’t help but laugh.

[Tian Sha Body: Suffer Ying Huo’s attack until death]

"Is this a death premonition? The Heavenly Dao still plays tricks like this?"

Fan Wubing looked up, his expression calm.

In a soft tone, almost as if talking to himself, "Come... come. You better really be able to kill me."

January twenty-first, midnight.

The time had come!

From the crimson giant eye in the sky, a monstrous beast suddenly emerged. Ying Huo! Ying Huo! A collection of fear, sorrow, despair... all negative emotions, eyes bleeding with suffering that could utterly overwhelm. Its body was entangled with blood vessels, or rather, a malevolent beast formed entirely of blood vessels. Each vessel throbbed violently, flowing not with the blood of living beings, but the coagulation of long-standing grievances from heaven and earth.

It stepped forward, appearing as the legendary ’form of the qilin,’ yet more gluttonous than a Taotie, fiercer than a Qiongqi, more chaotic than Chaos, and more wicked than a Taowu.

It was the amalgamation of evil, the concentration of suffering.

On its head, a talisman-like object was affixed, inscribed with lines of runes that Fan Wubing could not understand. Twisted, muttering.