All of a sudden, Joelson opened his eyes, which were full of shock and surprise.

Did he just predict the future and then suffer the backlash of the river of fate?

It was too dangerous.

If the Dragon of Fate had not appeared in time, perhaps Joelson's consciousness would have been lost in the river of fate forever until his body rotted.

Joelson thought of the great elder of the Akenshi tribe.

He also had the ability to predict the future. He had accurately predicted Frederick's resurrection, and Joelson would save the fate of the Akenshi tribe.

He had also paid the price of a pair of eyes.

There was also the great prophecy spell in the Holy Church's divine spells.

It was said that it also had the power to predict the future.

However, most of the secret spells that could predict fate were actually only the first step for the caster to reach Joelson.

That was to see the gray threads of fate stretching forward to get some blurry fragments of the picture.

The prediction result also needed to be combined with a part of the caster's imagination. Other than predicting certain small people or small things, it was already good enough to have an accuracy of 30%. It was like a lottery.

Anyway, even if this type of secret technique was not accurate, there was still a sufficient excuse to say that fate could change at any time.

Moreover, these secret techniques all had one thing in common, which was that they needed to pay a huge price to cast them.

Usually, it was the origin vitality or lifespan.

If they knew that just now, Joelson had been constantly trying to predict the future fate of everything around him. He had even seen the river of fate and looked straight at the river of fate without getting lost, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would drop.

Simply put, from then on, Joelson had the ability to predict the fate of others.

Of course, this was based on the fact that the Dragon of Fate would run out to save him every time, or else he would be courting death.

Other than that.

The power of the laws of fate also included the great curse.

The great curse was a forbidden spell that only existed in legends.

It was said that in ancient times, there were people who studied the great curse. When facing an enemy, they only needed to point at the other party and say, "You will die immediately."

Even a saint-ranked expert would suddenly die.

This person had once caused great panic in the central continent at that time. This was because, in a battle against a mage who cultivated the great curse, one would have no way of defending against it. One would not even be able to display all of one's strength.

However, later on, when this person tried to curse a divine realm expert, he suffered a backlash and died.

Now that Joelson recalled this legend, he understood that this person should have grasped a portion of the power of laws that could change fate.

He could pluck the threads of fate, change the trajectory of fate, or even cut off the threads of fate and let others die.

Of course, there was a price to pay.

If you pluck a string with your hand, the reaction force would make your finger feel pain. If you tore a string with your hand, you would cut your finger.

The same was true for the threads of fate. If you cut off the fate of others, you would have to bear the corresponding backlash.

Once the backlash exceeded the limit of what one could bear, one might not be able to kill the other in time and die first.

Joelson felt that he seemed to be extremely huge in this aspect.

He had the Giant Dragon of Fate, so he would not be lost even if he looked straight at the river of fate. If he messed up the threads of fate, the backlash would only be reflected on the Giant Dragon of Fate.

Great prophecy spell. Great curse spell.

It seemed to have become his most powerful technique.

He could even kill a God?

Joelson did not know, nor was he sure.

However, he had a premonition that the power of the law of fate was far more mysterious and powerful than he had imagined.

And the cultivation of the power of the law of fate was also very strange.

It was related to Joelson's own strength, identity, and situation.

For example, if Joelson continued on his current path and became more and more powerful, then the power of the law of fate would also slowly grow.

And once Joelson's strength stagnated for a long time—or he was imprisoned by a terrifying existence and heavily injured, losing his freedom—then the power of the law of fate would also stop growing or even weaken.

How much power of the law of fate Joelson could control was related to how much he could control his own fate.

When there was no longer any existence in the countless planes that could force Joelson, then the power of Joelson's laws of fate would naturally be perfected.

After grasping the laws of fate, Joelson's temperament also changed a little.

His entire body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

Joelson temporarily put aside the matters regarding the fate dragon and the power of the laws of fate.

The power of fate was indeed very powerful but it was too difficult to grasp. What he needed to do now was to firmly grasp the power of the laws in his hands.

Joelson left the space of the ranch and explained to his women. Then, he returned to the space and stepped into the vortex heading to the land of runes.

The land of runes. Stormwind City.

In the Castellan's residence, Connie was focused on checking the tax and accounts for the past month on the table.

"This month, there are a total of 1,147 crystal runic coins collected from the shops and other taxes in Stormwind City. Next month, a portion of the tributes from the major subsidiary cities will be turned in and converted into runic stones. The amount is also very good."

After Connie finished calculating, her expression was filled with excitement, she turned around and said to Kokonoro in the corner, "In a while, pass the electric runic stones to Lord Lightning. The rest will be kept by Lord Joelson. Kokonoro, I think it's time for us to go back."

"It's been almost two years since we last came back."

There was a hint of loneliness and longing in Connie's eyes. Compared to the rune land that she grew up in, she seemed to treat the ranch space as her real home.

"Okay."

Kokonoro nodded slightly and said, "Wait for Lightning to come and discuss with it before making a decision. The foundation of Stormwind City can not be abandoned so easily. It took us a lot of effort to manage it."

Connie suddenly frowned and picked up a thin invitation card on the table.

"Recently, Isaac has invited me several times to attend the Archduke's territory's City Lord's banquet. Kokonoro, do you think we should go?"

Kokonoro lowered his voice for a moment, he solemnly shook his head and said, "Let's use the excuse from last time to decline. It is said that Isaac is a crystal-level rune expert. In our words, he is at the peak of the saint level and is not weaker than me. Moreover, there are many experts under him. Without Lightning, we can not return to the space at any time. If anything happens, it will be very dangerous."

"Then I won't go."

Connie nodded firmly.

At this moment, the light of the runes in the room suddenly dimmed. It was as if something opened its huge mouth in the dark night and swallowed the light.

Kokonoro's expression changed and he shouted in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Connie saw the shadow that the light could not reach. The void suddenly split open and a figure walked out.