How Could He Withstand the Power of Fate?

Land of Ancient Tombs.

After Lin Chen and the others entered, they did not split up. Instead, they appeared on a plain.

The boundless plain was swept by howling gales, which continuously tore through the air with sharp cries.

"Inside the Ancestral Graveyard, anyone who enters at the same time will be teleported to the same place."

Jiang Qing explained this to Lin Chen. He nodded. No wonder the three groups had deliberately entered dozens of breaths apart earlier—they did not want to be teleported to the same place.

"Little Princess, Imperial Son-in-Law, we'll be splitting up now." Zhang Qian spoke first, before Lin Chen and Jiang Qing could say anything.

The space inside the Ancestral Graveyard of the four clans was enormous, with an area comparable to one or two domains.

The area was so vast, while the God-level Fragments were scattered everywhere. If everyone stayed together, they could indeed look after one another, but the chances of obtaining the fragments would instead decrease.

Besides, even if they really encountered one, how should it be divided?

If they distributed it according to strength, wouldn't the weaker ones have come here for nothing?

Unless they could discover enough God-level Fragments in succession—but that possibility was far too low. Based on the summarized gains of the clansmen who had entered in the past, even a person with the best luck could discover at most three God-level Fragments.

"Fine. I suggest we still form teams of two."

Lin Chen offered his suggestion. Two-person teams could look after each other, and if they found nothing later, they could always split up.

Every time the Ancestral Graveyard of the four clans opened, those who entered could stay inside for three months.

Soon, the eight members of the Flower Clan divided into four teams, with