Storm Release

A dim wooden cabin.

Flickering flames burned at each of the four corners.

Four Bronze Figure Lanterns respectfully held up their flames. This was the Li family's most mysterious ancestral hall, and also the most effective place for performing the Prayer Art.

The protectors of the Way throughout the generations had all offered up their lives here to nourish the Divine Embryo.

If fate truly had a set of scales,

then this old house plastered with Ancient Text talismans was the forbidden place where one could directly touch those "scales."

Gu Shen sat amid the firelight.

"Empty your mind. Relax your focus."

Li Qingci guided him into the dream.

The firelight reflected the four faces of the Bronze Figure Lanterns: joy, anger, sorrow, and delight, the countless expressions of life.

Gu Shen slowly closed his eyes.

His thoughts drifted like willow fluff, and before long, he sank into a land of pure white. Li Qingci's guiding voice helped him find his direction within the dream.

"Imagine the 'event' you wish for. Whether it involves a person or an object, you must make it concrete. Then make it even more concrete."

Gu Shen closed his eyes.

Within that pure white Mental World, the image of Han Dang gradually emerged.

At the same time,

he sensed an unseen force descending.

Illusory, yet truly present—fate.

The Prayer Art was being performed.

Fate lowered its gaze upon a mortal's "wish." The wonder of this Forbidden Art was that its caster did not need to describe things in words or any other way. Fate could naturally follow causality and conduct its search.

In this world, every blade of grass, every tree, every living thing could not escape the word causality.

Whether born or destroyed, as long as something had once existed, traces would remain.

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