The monarch power-wielding folk took their seats. Relentless wore a white mask with one-eyed closed. Its meaning didn’t point to overlooking certain matters, but on the contrary, one that many cultivators called the Watchful Eye, the Restless Guard, or the Galaxy’s Sentinel.

  All pointed at the same thing, a relentless eye over the Galaxy.

  Their number was, and always would be, a secret. Either way, the four Great Immortal Domains never got the advantage in their conflicts with Relentless, ever.

  They each had their own unbending reason for not standing as one, however, they had to admit, a prince against a Relentless would always be on the losing side.

  To Chen Ming, Headless Assembly was the insurgent, while each Great Immortal Domains only had a measly Tree of Martyrs. Common cultivators never took their side and Headless Assembly accepted all those stars the other four factions regarded as filled with bland talent. In order to resist them, Headless Assembly used the cruelest and vicious method there was, raising the strongest.

  With the light taken, Headless Assembly turned their loyalty to darkness, succeeding in becoming the greatest darkness this world had ever seen.

  The light had no way out but to surrender.

  Chen Ming sat on a bamboo mat at a table on which smoke drifted from an incense stick, the perfect mood for researching Dao and transcendence.

  As for the world outside the garret, chaos ensued. The number of cultivators looking to join the bustle went beyond countable, “Is Sage Ran Zui inside?”


  “Is he that pretty boy monk in the garret?”


  “He has to be.”


  “Doesn’t look old though.”


  “Eh, these inferring cultivators are also cultivators, with lifespans equaling immortality. Who knows, he might just be a five thousand years old coot inside!”


  “Sage Ran Zui is so refined, won’t this be a tad brutal?”


  “That’s what’s called might is right!”


  The outside was abuzz, to which Chen Ming turned a deaf ear, drinking tea and relaxing. The crowd split and a black carriage inched forward. An old man with a cane stepped out and looked up at Chen Ming. He had a vague image of him, a bald, young monk.

  Relentless rose as Zhan Tianyang entered propping in his crutch. He bent his waist a fraction, to which the latter smiled.

  The princes were in shock at the amount of respect he received, Just how high up the ladder is he?

  Sage might no win!

  Zhan Tianyang sat across from Chen Ming, “Is sir Sage Ran Zui?”


  Chen Ming nodded, if it were his usual self, Ain’t it obvious? “Little monk had looked forward to this for a long time.”


  Zhan Tianyang smiled, his face cracking like bark, “Sire is quite young.”


  “Let us begin, as food awaits.”


  Zhan Tianyang scowled a fraction, Where’s the probing?

  “How many rounds Sage is intent on having? I suggest a single one shall decide it all. It is a much better choice than three wins out of five, and more interesting.”


  Chen Ming rolled his eyes, Zhan Tianyang is saying he’ll get three wins and I get three losses.

  Chen Ming nodded, “This way it won’t diminish your prestige.”


  “Since we are competing in the path of divination, what would Sage Ran Zui think we should partake our round on?”


  Chen Ming dipped his finger in tea and wrote on the table, Star Dragon Crown Prince.

  Zhan Tianyang’s eyes lit up, I met a challenge this time. In this world, scrying isn’t hard at all. The hard part comes after, when you can’t be more wrong yet making others view it as right.

  All in all, it still came down to being a deal, of sorts, and the four High Priests’ deals were of easy matter to settle Headless Assembly’s century war victory.

  Chen Ming smiled, “His status is high, yet still soft, of inadequate cultivation. However, he is enough to settle the outcome of this century war.”


  Zhan Tianyang nodded, “To put it mildly.”


  As Headless Assembly’s high-status priest, he knew Star Dragon Crown Prince was a Faceless.

  He even took him as a clever guy. If not Faceless, Headless Assembly would’ve never ignored him so.

  This truth declared he was their ally.

  Chen Ming smiled, “I shall predict then. Will you ascertain if it’s true or false?”


  Zhan Tianyang nodded, even he couldn’t see his location. It was as if Star Dragon Crown Prince’s fate was not of this Galaxy, in other words, he had no Fate Star.

  Chen Ming dipped his finger in tea and wrote on the table again. Star Dragon Crown Prince was not in Southern Gate Monastery, Alldragon Mountains, Alldragon Stele.

  Zhan Tianyang felt shocked, He is so specific.

  He turned to the relaxed people witnessing this match, “Bian Canwang, please come up.”


  He saw how Relentless showed such respect to him and he didn’t dare be arrogant either, “What matter would priest require of me?”


  Zhan Tianyang pointed at the words and Bian Canwang staggered in surprise.

  Zhan Tianyang surmised from his reaction, Sage Ran Zui is correct!

  He said, “Bian Canwang, withdraw.”


  Bian Canwang was silent as he took a deep bow towards the two.

  He was under the impression those High Priests were dregs, but today’s match spoke louder. He’s horrifying, not even visiting Southern Gate Monastery, yet he knows everything.

  What’s is the situation up there?

  Zhan Tianyang asked, “Sage Ran Zui, can you promise me something?”


  His meaning was clear since Chen Ming had leverage, he wouldn’t say it out loud though. Star Dragon Crown Prince was a chess piece of great importance on the Headless Assembly’s board, on Zhan Tianyang’s chessboard. Failure was out of the question.

  Chen Ming smiled, “Heaven and earth shall bear witness.”