Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Arthur's eyes were filled with surprise and realization.


He glanced again at the massive scale-like structure of the 'ritual' before him, and couldn't help but look once more at the text that had just appeared—


[Remarks: At the end of the Golden Age, the fairies of Theofact sensed some ominous changes and, wanting to ensure Theofact's continued presence in the material world, they created this item, which they called 'The Splendor of Theofact.' However, they ultimately failed.


'The Splendor of Theofact' ended up having no splendor at all.


It wasn't until the end of the Empire that someone dug it up and used it as a foundation to establish the original Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association.


It was then that it came to be known as 'Twist of Fate.'


Chapter 531: Twist of Fate!