The Omniversal Merchant-Chapter 238: Unseen Threads of Fate

For a monster to take on human form, they must reach at least the Pathseeker realm.

Among the figures gathered at the ruined peak, one stood out—their leader, an elderly man with flowing white hair and a long, pristine beard.

His presence was vast, unfathomable—like a boundless ocean. His aura alone revealed that he had long surpassed the level of Pathseeker.

He was, at the very least, an Eminence.

But the most striking feature about him was the third eye embedded in his forehead.

It gleamed with a mysterious light, radiating a strange fluctuation, as though peering beyond time itself—an eye that could trace the flow of fate.

"Grandpa Xu, what did you see?"

A youthful voice, light and mischievous, broke the silence.

The one who spoke was a girl with violet hair and matching eyes—her resemblance to Yao Ziyan was uncanny, sharing at least eight or nine points of similarity.

"Yes, High Priest, what exactly happened here?" another figure asked with a solemn tone.

The elderly man—known as Grandpa Xu, or more formally, the High Priest—furrowed his brows.

"A human cultivator... one at the level of Eminence."

A stunned silence followed his words.

Then—

"What?!"

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"Why would such an expert appear in the Nine Stars Mountain Range?"

Shock rippled through the gathered monsters.

Cultivators who had stepped into the Eminence realm stood at the very pinnacle of humanity. Such figures rarely made public appearances, typically residing deep within ancient sects, either in seclusion or leading the most powerful factions from the shadows.

There were very few things in this world capable of drawing their attention.

The High Priest shook his head. "It seems he was here to recover from an injury."

"Healing?" The violet-haired girl blinked in confusion. "But... who could possibly wound an Eminence?"

The High Priest let out a soft chuckle.

Gently, he reached out and patted the girl's head, his voice tinged with wisdom and patience.

"Remember, child, Eminence is not the peak. There are Celestial Ascendants above Eminence—and beyond them..."

He trailed off, his expression darkening slightly, as if unwilling to speak further.

The girl nodded, absorbing his words.

Then, a sudden thought seemed to strike her, and her eyes sparkled with hope.

"Grandpa Xu, have you found any trace of my sister?"

The High Priest's expression softened into one of regret.

He sighed. "I cannot see her. The threads of fate surrounding Yao Ziyan are... chaotic."

The girl's hopeful expression dimmed.

In truth, when Yao Ziyan signed the employee contract with Origin Mall, she had severed all causal ties with the outside world.

Even a Celestial Ascendant would struggle to divine anything about her, let alone someone of Eminence.

But the girl's identity was now unmistakable—she was Yao Ziyan's younger sister.

After scouring the area for more clues, the group found nothing of value. Their time was limited, and there were still pressing matters within the Monster Royal Clan that required their attention.

One by one, they vanished into the wind.

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Origin Mall

Yao Ziyan stood behind the counter, accepting a customer's spirit crystals when—

Her hand froze slightly.

A faint frown formed on her delicate face.

For some reason, an inexplicable sense of unease crept into her heart.

It was subtle, fleeting—like a whisper at the edge of her senses.

A feeling of being... watched.

"Sister Ziyan, are you alright?" A concerned voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She blinked, then shook her head with a soft smile. "It's nothing."

Her gaze flickered toward the front of the store—

Toward Luo Chuan, who lounged lazily near the entrance.

The Boss is here—what could possibly happen?

To Yao Ziyan, Luo Chuan had long since become an untouchable existence.

With that thought, she dismissed the strange feeling from her mind.

Humming softly, she returned to her usual duties—accepting payments and answering customers' questions.

The songs she sang were different from the ones composed by humans.

They lacked the poetic refinement of mortal literature, yet they carried an ethereal, otherworldly charm—

Melodies of a forgotten past, whispers of a story untold.