All was silent in every direction; a falling needle could be heard.
A faint breeze blew past. It should have been a gentle wind brushing their faces, yet it seemed to carry away all the warmth from the many Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain, plunging them into the bleak chill of winter.
"Pfft!"
The Dao Child of the Heavenly Fortune Immortal Sect suddenly vomited blood, his face like gold paper.
The confidence that everything lay within his grasp vanished from his face. Trembling in terror, he looked at the Heavenly Secrets Dao Child in utter disbelief and bitterness.
"Y-You... obscured my Heavenly Secrets Deduction?"
"Everything I saw in my deductions was an image you deliberately left for me?"
The Heavenly Fortune Dao Child seemed as though he had been struck by a bolt from a clear sky. His entire body went numb, like a Wooden Puppet stripped of the liveliness life should possess.
He had suffered the backlash of Heavenly Secrets Deduction.
But in the Yin Yang Void Realm, who had been evenly matched with his deductions—who had been evenly matched even against him when he had retained most of his strength, and whom he could have defeated in an instant if he had not held back?
Who was that person?
Had that been an illusion from his dreams?
"Fellow Daoist Heavenly Fortune,"
the Heavenly Secrets Dao Child said calmly, "the Heavenly Secrets Immortal Sect happens to be lacking an Inheritance Disciple. I think Fellow Daoist would be quite suitable. You should be able to become the foremost Inheritance Disciple beneath me and continue to inherit and carry forward our patriarch's legacy."
Those words were far more reliable than the Heavenly God Dao Child's promise.
The struggles between Righteous Path Immortal Cults had limits. At the very least,