Su Hao had not bothered with this group of deities for a long time, basically leaving them to fend for themselves.
Though he occasionally showed up to knock some sense into them, he truly had little idea what the deities were specifically doing.
After all, he did not have the hobby of spying on the deities' group chat all day when he had nothing better to do.
But now that he looked, their maneuver startled him.
"These deities actually came up with a method for 'Artificial Controllable Misfortune' to help Transmigrators overcome misfortune. And judging by their plan, it seems highly feasible. These deities are something else—every single one is rare talent."
After learning everything, Su Hao could not help but complain about the nearly thousand Transmigrators who had died before: "With eighteen conscientious deities caring for you like this, you still died so quickly? You people are way too useless. If I'd had such warmhearted deities helping me back then, why would I have died so many times? I'd have taken off long ago!"
After thinking it over, Su Hao concealed himself and headed above the Cong siblings, looking down from the sky as he observed their actions.
"It seems they have already reached the final stage of the misfortune outbreak. I might as well stay here for a few days. I can properly experience the changes in Fortune Waves and the surrounding environmental energy before and after the misfortune erupts. At the same time, I can see whether 'Artificial Misfortune' truly works and how one can pass through it safely."
The five-hundred-year-stage misfortune was not worth mentioning in his eyes. Even if he were sent through to another world right now, he could get through it with ease.
That was because ever since he obtained the power of