Within the Heavenly Calculation Mist.
Mr. Wu cradled a Wolf Demon skull, using the cracks on its surface to determine the mist's direction.
He wanted to pierce through the mist and see what exactly lay hidden within it.
These past days, he had pondered day and night, his mind filled with this pitch-black, chaotic fog where one could not see one's hand before one's face.
When things arose, they must have an origin.
Heavenly calculations must leave signs, and causality must leave traces.
This mist could not possibly have been laid down for no reason.
If his deductions were correct, this mist was a kind of "seal," sealing away some unspeakable secret, perhaps even a... heaven-sent opportunity.
At the thought, Mr. Wu's heart burned hot.
It was not as though he had never suspected that this "mist" was actually a trap meant to harm him.
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? The Azure Wolf Sect Master's nephew had died, he had come to calculate the killer, and then he had happened to trace it to this mist.
But he had considered it carefully and decided that could not be right.
If it were a trap, he would already have "died" the moment he entered the mist. After all, for a great power capable of laying down such Heavenly Calculation Mist, using Causality Art to curse him to death would be easier than crushing an ant.
But that had not happened. He was not dead; he was alive and well.
That meant the great power who had laid down this Heavenly Calculation Mist was no longer here.
Or perhaps he had merely used the mist to seal away a secret, without intending to use it to kill anyone.
If that was the case, then this mist was safe and