Every backlash from the Fortunate Art had left his life hanging by a thread. It could not be underestimated, especially since he had used it twice in succession this time, so Chen Lin made extensive preparations.
At the same time, he requested permission from Lineage Patriarch Ye to send Grass out of Baishuang City under the pretext of searching for materials.
He did not ask Grass to do anything else, only instructed her to find a secluded spot outside the city and wait. If she did not receive his Transmission Talisman within the agreed time, she was to go to the Black Pagoda, dig up the Resurrection Scroll, and check on its condition.
Although bad luck backlash did not mean certain death, he still had to be prepared to perish.
Since Grass could not use mana, Chen Lin refined several small puppets controlled by switches. They could convert spirit stones into mana. Naturally, they were not very powerful, but they could activate Transmission Talismans and ordinary magical tools.
Storage Bags required a connection through a spiritual imprint, so she could not use those either. However, she could use the Space Bags obtained from the Land of Divine Beings, and he had brought many of those out with him.
Once his preparations were complete, he instructed Ye Qin and the others not to disturb him, activated his immortal cave's grand formation, and entered seclusion.
A month slipped leisurely by.
Nothing happened.
Rather than feeling pleased, Chen Lin grew uneasy.
Based on his past experience, the Fortunate Art's backlash came in two forms. One brought an endless string of misfortunes, with everything going wrong throughout the backlash.
The second remained calm and uneventful at first, only to unleash a devastating blow at the end, crushing down like Mount Tai.
The longer that