Mo Yun stared blankly at Luo Yao in his arms and Lin Yunlu by his feet. He had done absolutely nothing, yet he was already at the age of raising children?
On the other side, Ye Lin stood high above the firmament with the two before him, all three wearing grave expressions.
"News just came in. One of us has already fallen."
Long Aotian said with a gloomy face. They hunted rats, but the rats could kill them in return as well.
Just like now—one of them was already dead.
A total of seventy-five people had come to Northern Continent this time; with Ye Lin included, there were seventy-six. And now, one had already fallen.
"In which direction was he killed?"
A trace of killing intent flashed through Ye Lin's eyes as he asked calmly.
"No idea. If it had been their previous location, we could still have deduced it. But now, we can't deduce any information at all."
Long Aotian shook his head.
Previously, these rats had been loathed by the Heavenly Dao and forsaken by fortune. One only needed to make a casual deduction to determine their approximate location.
But now, some rats had already grafted themselves onto this world's fortune. Shielded by fortune, not even a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal could deduce them.
After all, in a great age, fortune reigned supreme. Especially for those who bore fortune—their very beings had long since been shielded by it.
Those with immense fortune were even more so. Should a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal attempt to deduce one with immense fortune, they would suffer fortune's backlash.
If one bore the fortune of an entire starfield, that backlash could even kill a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
That was the terrifying aspect of fortune in a great age.
"That makes them even