As the dazzling silk threads entered his body, Lu Ning's spiritual power surged, binding all the threads. He then used the Tower of Return to Ruins to refine them, compressing them into his spiritual sea.

More and more beautiful threads accumulated in the sea of ​​the mind.

As if they were sentient, they gradually sketched out a human-shaped outline in Lu Ning's mind.

It is precisely the outline of the Weaver of Fate.

As the Weaver of Fate appeared, Lu Ning felt as if his spirit was detaching from his body and drifting little by little into the sky.

The River of Fate appeared, attempting to devour Lu Ning's spirit.

Lu Ning used the power of the Tower of Return to Nothingness to forcibly control his spirit and return it to his body.

The phantom of the River of Fate immediately collapsed under the shock of Lu Ning's mental power.

The Weaver of Fate let out an angry roar in Lu Ning's mind.

"A death omen! Misfortune!"

Complex words came from the Weaver of Fate, and Lu Ning saw dark threads of fate hanging down from the void, trying to penetrate Lu Ning's body.

However, Lu Ning's mental power, combined with the Tower of Return to Nothingness, directly formed a defensive layer on the surface of his body.

The dark thread of fate was blocked by the defensive layer and could not penetrate.

If Lu Ning were to face the true form of the Weaver of Fate, he might find it difficult to withstand it.

However, this is merely the pollution of the Weaver of Fate.

For Lu Ning, resisting it wasn't too difficult.

However, Lu Ning discovered that even with just the pollution, the Weaver of Fate still possessed terrifying power approaching that of the moon.

It is conceivable that the Weaver of Fate is perhaps more powerful than an ordinary evil god.

Lu Ning had seen an evil god of this level before.

The Time-Disorder Worm, an evil god with the ability to manipulate time, is also quite powerful.

This evil god of destiny is not much weaker than the Time-Disorder Worm.

The misfortune was kept at bay by Lu Ning, who continued to absorb the dazzling threads.

As Lu Ning absorbed the dazzling silk threads, Li Yang's mental fluctuations gradually returned to normal.

His mental fluctuations increased rapidly.

As his mental energy increased, a dazzling seven-colored light appeared between Li Yang's eyebrows.

Amidst the flowing light, strands of light began to coalesce.

The thread of fate.

Clearly, as Li Yang's spiritual power reached the level of a god, he mastered the divine power of destiny.

The strength and length of this thread of fate may not be as great as that of the Weaver of Fate, but it is still a divine power of fate.

Moreover, as Li Yang's divine power increased, the corruption of the Fate Weaver on him seemed to be gradually diminishing.

It's as if the power of the Weaver of Fate itself is diminishing, or perhaps it's because Li Yang has mastered the power of fate and now has the ability to resist pollution.

As Li Yang's threads of fate multiply, his mental strength grows stronger, and the corruption from the Weaver of Fate weakens.

Although it was clear from the crack that the Weaver of Fate was extremely angry, He seemed unable to pass through the crack and descend directly.

He could only watch helplessly as Li Yang gradually stabilized his power and became a god-level being.

As time passed, when Li Yang's spiritual power ceased to increase, the thread of fate between his brows retracted, and the seven-colored light dimmed.

He slowly opened his eyes.

As Li Yang opened his eyes, a violent surge of mental energy erupted, blocking the pouring white mist and pushing it back, eventually closing the crack in the sky.

As the rift closed, all the demigods around looked at Li Yang expectantly, their minds tense.

If Lu Ning fails, Li Yang will transform into an evil god, posing an immense threat.

They naturally needed to block Li Yang.

Compared to the anxiety of the many demigods, Lu Ning remained calm and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Li Yang shook his head, then smiled and said, "It feels pretty good. Although there is still some mental pollution merging with me, it's roughly the same as the situation of the previous demigod, maybe even milder."

Lu Ning nodded slightly.

He had already absorbed the spiritual pollution from the Weaver of Fate, but the Weaver of Fate was obviously very strong. In addition, Li Yang had advanced to the God level and also needed to absorb the spiritual power in the mist, which also brought him some spiritual pollution.

Therefore, Lu Ning was unable to completely eliminate the mental pollution involved.

He said, "When I reach the level of a god, I should be able to try to help you absorb the remaining pollution."

Li Yang smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle, but it's already very good as it is."

He clenched his fist, and strands of destiny appeared in his hand.

These threads of destiny, following His will, penetrate into the void, sometimes dispersing, sometimes converging, their colors constantly changing.

An excited look appeared in Li Yang's eyes: "God-level beings are indeed very powerful. I can now directly control the fate threads of demigods and decide their destinies."

Lu Ning asked curiously, "Can I control mine?"

Li Yang was also a little curious, since he had no way of sensing Lu Ning's fate when he was still a demigod.

Now that he's at the god level, things should have changed a bit, right?

However, when Li Yang tried to look at Lu Ning, Lu Ning's body suddenly transformed into a phantom sitting cross-legged.

White mist churned around the phantom, and all around were various kinds of corpses.

Even in death, these corpses exude an extremely terrifying form of spiritual pollution.

The moment Li Yang saw the phantom, he felt his brain buzzing.

His face turned pale, he swayed, and almost fell from the air.

A look of horror appeared in his eyes, and his breath caught in his throat.

Lu Ning raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Li Yang snapped out of his daze and looked at Lu Ning with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes: "...Uncle, I can't see your Line of Fate, but I see white mist and a figure sitting cross-legged, surrounded by corpses, and they might all be the corpses of evil gods... What's going on?"

Lu Ning seemed to be deep in thought.

This is similar to the time projection he saw before through the time-disordered insect?

Lu Ning shook his head: "I'm not too sure either, but it might be related to what I experienced in the mist before."

Li Yang looked completely bewildered.

My uncle is really that amazing?

The spiritual pollution emanating from the corpses of those evil gods nearby sent chills down his spine with just a glance.

Were they all killed?

How did my uncle manage to do that before?

Then Li Yang suddenly felt relieved.

Given such an existence, isn't it normal that you can't see the line of fate?

Li Yang was almost starting to doubt himself, but now it seems that his uncle was just too amazing.

Just as they were talking, a group of demigods approached.

Xuanxu asked excitedly, "Old Li, you succeeded? How does it feel?"

The others also looked at Li Yang expectantly, waiting for his answer.