The moment Jia You, Pan Xiong, and Old Gray entered, several among those still hesitating outside could no longer resist the overwhelming temptation of the opportunity's fluctuations and entered the Mirror Field one after another.
"Uncle Mo, should we go in? This opportunity feels anything but ordinary to me!"
Amid a patch of gray clouds, Yuan Wangchen and Yuan Lang of the One-Ring Realm were both raring to make a move, but in the end, they sought the opinion of their senior, Yuan Gumo.
Over these past few years, if not for Uncle Mo's wealth of experience and "old fox cunning," they would have long since thrown away their lives!
Hearing this, Yuan Gumo's lips curled in a sneer. "Wangchen, opportunities may be good, but you need the fortune to enjoy them! If a One-Ring like you goes in, never mind whether you can come back out—if you encounter people like Jia You inside, you'll turn to ashes in an instant. Let's go. Stop looking..."
He shook his head and turned to leave without a trace of reluctance.
"Ah, what a pity!"
Yuan Wangchen and Yuan Lang could only follow him away.
Yet at the instant they turned around, the enormous sense of loss and regret in their hearts left the two of them listless at once, as though life had lost all flavor.
Perhaps there had originally been a share of this opportunity meant for them.
But someone had stirred up the "fixed fate," and everything had now been swept into an uncontrollable tide.
Deep within the Mirror Field, Li Qingyun captured another stray wisp of Eternal Spiritual Energy. He felt his essence increasingly entering a state of "sublimation" that was both hazy and clear.
His foundation, reserves, and everything else were being lifted higher and higher, about to