Driven into a corner, Chen Lin repeatedly tested every method he had.
But none of them worked.
Under the suppression of the dark energy, he could not even use his internal energy, much less his lower-level divine abilities. He could not activate them at all.
Still, he kept trying.
He had no choice.
All he could do now was treat a dead horse as though it might still live. If nothing worked, he would have to try forcing his way through.
"Hm?"
Suddenly.
A look of startled uncertainty crossed Chen Lin's face.
When he tested the Fortunate Art, the sensation of luck settling upon him abruptly appeared.
Thinking he might have sensed it wrong, he immediately checked.
But there was no mistake.
He had used this secret art many times, and the feeling it produced had long been etched into his mind.
He had obtained this art in the Lower Realm. Though mysterious, it was very low-level, and he had not used it since entering the Upper Primal Domain.
He had tested it before, too. It had practically no effect in the Upper Realm, and after he reached the Outer World and the Star Domain, its effects had become even more negligible.
Why did it still work here?
Chen Lin felt the changes in his qi luck. This secret art did not seem to have been suppressed at all; it felt much the same as before.
His bewilderment deepened.
He did not know whether this space was special enough to let the art display its power, or whether the art itself was actually of a very high level and he had simply overlooked it all along.
But there was no time to dwell on it.
The surrounding mist grew thicker and thicker, harboring an immense, unseen danger. Since the Fortunate