âThe search for the Blood Fire Lingzhi must be hastened,â Su Nanâs eyes revealed satisfaction as the golden light receded.
To enter the third floor of the Great Sun Golden Body Scripture, one required five hundred drops of Xuan Stage Demon Beast Essence Blood and the Golden Leaf Spirit Ginseng.
The essence blood was not a problem, but the Blood Fire Lingzhi was a spirit object, even in Ancient Times its rarity surpassed that of the Golden Leaf Spirit Ginseng, invaluable indeed.
When his avatar was in Tiangong Pavilion in Tianjue Province, he had attempted to purchase Blood Fire Lingzhi, but contrary to his expectations, there wasnât any Blood Fire Lingzhi, let alone any information related to it at Tiangong Pavilion.
âPlayers still have good things in their possession. I wonder if they have any Blood Fire Lingzhi?â
With a thought, World Chat appeared before his eyes, and he immediately sought to purchase Blood Fire Lingzhi using Wang Nanâs identity in World Chat.
âBlood Fire Lingzhi? What is that?â
âJudging by the name, it should be a type of spirit object. What does Deity Wang Nan need that for?â
No sooner had the message been sent than it attracted the attention of countless players.
However, after watching for a moment, Su Nan was disappointed to find not a single person knew what Blood Fire Lingzhi was, let alone produce any.@@novelbin@@
He sighed somewhat disheartened, âIf all else fails, Iâll just have to try influencing the Task Rewards with Qi Luck.â
Checking the time, in reality, it was now ten oâclock in the morning, not much time left until the Heavenly Clan Expert would make a move as foreseen.
âThe time is almost up. I canât wait any longer.â
To be on the safe side, he decided to exercise foreknowledge a bit earlier.
A foreknowledge opportunity was consumed, and information flickered rapidly on the panel.
[You know that before long, a Powerful Person of the Heavenly Race will make a move against you. You cannot afford to be careless and are prepared to counterstrike at any moment.]
[A minute later, you havenât detected anything unusual.]
â¦
[Three minutes later, there still arenât any new Cause and Effect Lines on you.]
[End of the first prediction. Do you wish to continue?]
âYes.â
There wasnât much to see next. As soon as the first prediction ended, a second one began immediately.
The process wasnât long, and by the tenth prediction, he had found the information he was looking for.
[Two minutes later, you suddenly notice a new Cause and Effect Line on you. Itâs with a Powerful Person named Tian Liu.]
[You react swiftly, decisively expending Qi Luck to use the Art of Fate, while your avatar quickly engages the Fishing Rod of Fate to fish for the destiny of the one named Tian Liu.]
[Using the Fishing Rod of Fate, you instantaneously spend all of the Demon Race Luck and fifty years of life span. Simultaneously, your True Body uses the Art of Fate, consuming one thousand points of the Demon Raceâs Luck.]
[The effect of the Art of Fate takes hold, congratulations, you have successfully fished for the destiny of a Saint Level expert.]
The second prediction was also successful with no surprises.
âTian Liu?â Su Nanâs eyes gleamed with sharp light.
Without hesitation, he immediately prepared to make a move.
In the land where the Heavenly Race resides.
Several figures watched the stone platform a few miles away from the huge tower at the central part of the continent with reverent expressions.
Behind these few, there remarkably were four pairs of wings!
On the stone platform before them, a black scythe was unmistakably embedded.
One middle-aged man said, looking at the scythe, âThe high priest has somewhat overdone it this time. The kid indeed wields some power of the destiny of our Heavenly Race, but itâs only skin-deep.â
Upon hearing this, another agreed, âThis Reaperâs Scythe is one of the three Holy Artifacts of our Heavenly Race. Since it was damaged tens of thousands of years ago, it has not been repaired and can be barely used three more times.â
âItâs a bit wasteful to use it against that kid now.â
A man with white temples interjected, âStill, we should not underestimate him. The little guy made Xiao Ba trip up last time; he should not be taken lightly.â
The middle-aged man who spoke before countered, âXiao Ba was just too cocky. Time and space are not our Heavenly Raceâs strong suites. It was normal for an accident to happen when he attempted to use it to isolate causality.â
âIn my opinion, it would be sufficient for the high priest to simply create a small ripple in the River of Fate, which would be enough to drown that ant.â
The man with white temples shook his head, âDo you think the River of Fate can be disturbed at will? Although we of the Heavenly Race wield the power of fate, we can merely use it, not truly control it.â
âThe River of Fate connects to the myriad heavens and realms, containing great causality and involving numerous taboos. Even the High Priest, with his insights into creation, dares not lightly interfere with the River of Fate.â
Seemingly all mindful of the taboo regarding the River of Fate, the group fell silent, no longer discussing the topic.
After a while, the middle-aged man spoke up, âWhat a pity, weâre still too far from that world right now. Otherwise, for a king-level ant, I have thousands of ways to crush him.â
Another person said, âThat kid has a fragment of our Heavenly Raceâs other sacred artifact, the Life and Death Mirror. We must find a way to retrieve it.â
The man with streaks of white at his temples glanced at the towering structure, then turned his gaze to the scythe on the stone platform ahead and said, âStop talking. Weâre mostly prepared; the Reaperâs Scythe can now be activated.â
The middle-aged man nodded, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of the stone platform.
He reached out his hand, about to grab the scythe.
However, just at that moment, a huge invisible hook shot out from the endless space beyond, directly targeting the middle-aged man in front of the stone platform.
Sensing something amiss, the middle-aged man suddenly turned to look, and upon seeing the invisible giant hook, he couldnât help but snort coldly.
âHmph!â
The middle-aged manâs expression remained unchanged, even showing disdain in his eyes for the suddenly attacking giant hook.
However, before he could make a move, the next moment, his face abruptly changed color.
A sense of crisis he had never felt before descended upon him. In an instant, faced with the giant hook, he found himself utterly powerless to resist.
âNot good!â
The other two also noticed the anomaly and immediately tried to intervene.
Unfortunately, their response was one step too late.
The giant hook pierced straight through the middle-aged man, and the next moment, the hook retracted, while the middle-aged man collapsed on the ground as if his divine soul had been extracted, silently losing all signs of life!
âTian Liu!â
The two others were shocked, and at the same time, an old man with white hair and a youthful face appeared.
This old man was none other than the High Priest.
The High Priest looked at the lifeless corpse of the middle-aged man, his face extremely somber, finally understanding where that uneasy feeling had come from earlier.
âTian Liu is dead! How is this possible?â
âWho was it? Who just attacked?â
The other two, looking at the corpse of the middle-aged man and even though they were Saint Level experts with immense power, couldnât help but reveal looks of shock.
The High Priest spoke gravely, âIt was that little guy.â
âThat ant? How is it possible? Where did he get the ability to kill Tian Liu?â
The two exchanged glances, incredulous.
In their information, Su Nan was merely at king level, maybe with some unique methods, but he definitely could not contend with Saint Level.
Last time, Xiao Ba met his end because he was counteracted by the Heaven and Earth.
But this time, Tian Liu had not even made a move yet and was pre-emptively attacked by the other party, and without a chance to resist, was slain.
They couldnât understand how Su Nan, a king-level being, managed to do this.
The High Priest said, âThat was something the Human clan created in ancient times to counter our Heavenly Race.â
He frowned, âStrange, using that thing requires a heavy toll on oneâs Qi Luck and lifespan. Where did that little guy get so much Qi Luck from?â
The man with greying temples said angrily, âThat damned ant, daring to inflict such losses on our Heavenly Race twice. When I personally descend, I will make him pay a price a hundred, a thousand times over!â
The other turned to the High Priest and said, âLord Priest, we canât wait any longer. That ant has gained momentum; we canât let him grow further.â
âSince weâve already pinpointed that world, why hold any further reservations? Letâs use that thing and allow some of our clansmen to descend in advance.â
The High Priest looked at the corpse of the middle-aged man and after a moment of silence said, âSo be it, it is time to use that thing.â
The death of the middle-aged man had evidently provoked them, and they had now decided to eliminate Su Nan at any cost.
Of this, Su Nan remained unaware.
At the moment, he was feeling somewhat pained.