At last, it transformed into a blurred Wheel of Silver.
Unlike the Wheels of Destiny that could be casually conjured and easily spun for observation on the Angel Family descendants, this black-haired youth's Wheel of Destiny was incredibly faint. Even when It exerted Its full Authority, It could only perceive an extremely incomplete and hazy sliver. The more distant a destiny was from the current time, the harder it was to observe. Yet now, despite Its full effort, the Wheel of Destiny had barely rotated at all. This degree of rotation, compared to a human lifespan of decades, represented a destiny from mere tens of minutes prior—not even an hour into the past.
Who is he?
The tiny mercury snake finally noticed something amiss.
