After leaving the East Sea Dragon Palace, Meng Qi rode the waves and casually found a secluded island to sit down. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he were contemplating something.
Suddenly, brilliant specks of light rose around him, pure and radiant, like twenty-four pearls circling and spiraling, weaving among flowers and winding around trees.
These were not the Dinghai Pearls themselves, but illusory images of their various connections and karmic traits, manifested through Meng Qi's power. They orbited him like satellites, aiding his deductions.
The twenty-four pearls were all full and perfectly round, their interiors a muddle of chaos, with misty swirls appearing from time to time, as if they contained all the heavens. Their radiance slowly shifted, transforming into five-colored beams that enveloped them. Dreamlike and indistinct, they truly seemed like immortal treasures.
As Meng Qi circulated Cause of All Fruits and Yuxu Divine Calculation, more than half of the pearls suddenly shattered. These were the ones whose details he had failed to record back then, leaving only fragmentary clues—too incomplete to pursue.
The five-colored beams spun faster and faster, cloaking Meng Qi in a curtain of light. Suddenly, nearly ten illusory Dinghai Pearls dimmed without a sound and withdrew from the stage of history.
Their traits were distinctive, and their whereabouts relatively clear. If they were so easy to find, how could they possibly have been left for him? Meng Qi's expression didn't change. He had already prepared a way to narrow down the possibilities. Sure enough, although the clues to this group of Dinghai Pearls were clear at first, a veil of mist often appeared as he followed them further. They must already have been obtained by a Great Power. One of them even stirred a faint sense of familiarity in him. It seemed