PDLP Chapter 44 Viewing Line
Chapter 44 Viewing Line
Zhang Nanfeng calmed himself down and focused his gaze again.
It turned out that those few strands of silk were not colorless; some were a very pale blue, some were a light bluish-green, and some were a faint crimson red, with a wisp of dark purple flowing around them, each extending in a different direction.
He looked up and gazed into the distance, following the silken thread that stretched straight up to the sky.
At this moment, the sky above the Northern Plains was low and dark. Through the gaps in the leaden clouds, a dark shadow was hovering a hundred feet in the air, its wings spread like a curtain. It was the eagle.
Several silk threads also hung down from the eagle's body, one of which was as black as ink, hanging straight down and disappearing into the deep grass of the wilderness, its end unknown.
For a moment, Zhang Nanfeng was filled with doubt.
He had clearly been hunting with his eyes, but unexpectedly he had witnessed such a strange phenomenon.
Could it be that the fusion of bloodlines across three lifetimes has caused some changes?
As the rabbit seemed to sense something, it suddenly kicked off with its hind legs and darted into the depths of the withered grass, disappearing without a trace.
Zhang Nanfeng did not set off to chase after them.
He walked slowly to the snow den where the hare was hiding, and with a swift movement of his claws, he dug away the snow and tangled grass.
Snowflakes mixed with frozen earth splashed everywhere, and in no time, a hidden cave was exposed to the sunlight.
Three baby rabbits were curled up at the bottom of the hole.
It was entirely pink, with its downy fur not yet fully grown. Each one had silky lines extending from its back, one of which, a pale red line, drifted in the direction the wild rabbit had fled.
Zhang Nanfeng's mind went blank for a moment.
Why are there also these cubs who haven't even opened their eyes yet and haven't experienced the world?
Moreover, this line is not a single thread; it is clearly interconnected, as if all things in the world are linked by a large net, and none can escape it.
He seemed to have grasped something, yet he also seemed even more confused.
Zhang Nanfeng ignored the three baby rabbits, turned around, and ran off in the direction of the adult rabbit's trail.
He followed the trail swiftly, traversing the leeward slope, skirting the crooked, withered tree, and plunging straight into the heart of the wilderness.
After running for about two or three miles, the silk thread disappeared into a patch of waist-high, withered, yellow grass.
Zhang Nanfeng crouched low, his nostrils twitching slightly, and suddenly caught a faint whiff of blood on the wind.
A cry of an eagle pierced the sky.
Zhang Nanfeng suddenly looked up and saw the eagle that had been circling in the sky swooping down from the clouds.
The eagle's wings sliced through the cold wind with a sharp whistle, and its talons gleamed coldly in the sunlight as it reached straight for the hare in the grass.
The hare had just escaped to this spot, still shaken, lying trembling in the grass, completely unaware that its death was imminent.
The iron claws struck the body, and blood spurted out.
The eagle snatched its prey, flapped its wings, and lifted the hare off the ground.
The hare's mournful cry only lasted half a whimper before it soared into the sky with the eagle, becoming a black dot on the horizon before disappearing into the clouds.
Zhang Nanfeng stood frozen in place, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.
He saw it all clearly.
Each of the eagle and the hare was tethered by a thread of the same color. It was as if a deadly rope had been tied between them long ago, waiting only for the right moment to tighten and bring about their doom.
Could this be... a line of destiny?
Fate is at stake... Fate is at stake...
Zhang Nanfeng pondered these four words, a thunderbolt seeming to strike his mind. The hunched old man's whispers from that night's dream echoed in his ears once more.
"...You are the anchor of the heavens..."
That was no dream.
What the old man gave him was not some vague prophecy, but a real and tangible seed of insight into the wolf's eyes.
Once the Wolf's Gaze Divine Power is activated, this seed will sprout, allowing him to glimpse the vast net of destiny that binds all living beings.
Everything has its own destiny, and this destiny condenses into threads that intertwine and weave together the fate of all living beings.
Zhang Nanfeng's heart trembled violently, followed by an endless bitterness.
He had thought that in this life he could finally act according to his own will and no longer be controlled by people or things. But now it seems that from the moment he was born in this wolf den in the northern plains and uttered his first cry, "someone" had already arranged everything for him.
Who exactly is that old man? Is he a deity of the Northern Plains?
Why give him these eyes that can see lines? Is it to make him a puppet, following the strings? Or is it to make him a link in the fate of the Northern Plains, to anchor some cause and effect he has no way of knowing?
White Wolf...
Could this old man be colluding with the Reincarnation Platform?
The more Zhang Nanfeng thought about it, the colder and heavier his heart became.
He will likely never have a peaceful life again.
The cold wind swirled with snowflakes, lashing his face, but he seemed oblivious, even forgetting the hunger burning in his stomach.
He slowly turned his head and looked at his own white wolf body.
There were no threads connecting him to anything.
Or perhaps, he simply cannot see himself.
This discovery made him even more uneasy.
Is he an anomaly who has escaped this great net of fate, or has his destiny been hidden?
Zhang Nanfeng remained silent for a long time before finally turning around and heading back to the rabbit hole.
He wanted to verify, to test how this "line of destiny" worked.
Inside the rabbit hole, three baby rabbits were still shivering.
He stood silently at the cave entrance, his gaze fixed on the void. A sudden surge of hunger welled up in his stomach, and the thought of devouring food had barely formed in his mind when it first took hold.
Three silk threads simultaneously emerged from the backs of the three baby rabbits, drifting leisurely toward him.
Its color was as black as ink, exactly the same as the deadly line that the eagle had just dropped.
The Line of Slaughter?
Zhang Nanfeng felt a chill run down his spine. He suppressed his bloodlust and greed, restrained all his killing intent, and calmed his mind.
The next moment, a wondrous scene unfolded spontaneously.
The three lines of calamity that had been directed at him vanished completely, like smoke dissipating.
His murderous intent resurfaced, and the silk threads reappeared. When the murderous intent subsided, the silk threads disappeared again.
After repeating this process several times, he finally became certain.
The appearance or disappearance of this line of destiny, besides being preordained, is also related to "thoughts".
He gazed at the three young rabbits inside the cave, completely unaware of the dangers of the world.
Now that his bones and muscles are just beginning to form and his supernatural powers are not yet fully developed, he needs nourishment and blood to strengthen his foundation. But once he opens his mouth, he will be accepting this calamity and being manipulated by the net of fate.
But... if I deliberately refuse, can I really escape?
Heaven and earth are ruthless; all things are caught in their web. How could Zhang Nanfeng possibly starve to death?
The wolf's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them, and its killing intent surged once more.
Three black lines appeared as a sign of impending doom.
He plunged in, his throat bobbing as he swallowed the warm blood.
In the blink of an eye, he devoured all three baby rabbits, and the three dark threads dissipated like incense sticks burning out at the last moment.
Zhang Nanfeng licked the bloodstains from his lips and lay down in the rabbit hole, whereupon his chaotic thoughts calmed down.
He re-examined everything and suddenly realized that this matter might not be entirely a disaster.
Even if his origins are mysterious, even if there seems to be manipulation behind the scenes, these eyes that can see through fate are, to him, a sharp weapon.
If one can distinguish which one is a killing calamity, which one is an opportunity, and which one is a death trap, wouldn't one be able to avoid misfortune and foresee many dangers when walking in the world in the future?
The more important thing is—
Perhaps we no longer need to blindly search for what resonates with us.