Northern Dipper Principal Star, Southern Dipper Principal Star
Seeing this kind of program so early in the morning undoubtedly put Xu Lang in a very good mood.
Titan's combat power was even greater than he had imagined.
He initially thought that Blade Titan's legionary combat capabilities were weak, but now he realized he was wrong. In large-scale legionary battles, she is particularly crucial, somewhat like Xu Ruyan.
They can play the role of a comeback hero in desperate situations, and they can also play a crucial role in creating key moments.
If he ever truly Titan Building in the future, Blade Titan will definitely be the first person he wants to kill.
No, it's not "if they really clash with Titan Building," it's "they will definitely clash with Titan Building!"
"I wonder what kind of abilities the Shepherded Soul Titan will grant me."
"If they become Strange Tale, it should be Strange Tale of the highest rank."
"Building a Purgatory layer around the Twelve Titans might create twelve layers of Purgatory."
Xu Lang felt he couldn't think about it anymore; the more he thought about it, the more his heart itched.
Right now, let's focus on how to maximize our profits.
After this setback, the Demon Lord might become more attentive to his own affairs.
He had a premonition: he would gain enormous benefits every time he opened up one of the Three Realms realms of Heaven, Earth, and Ghost.
This benefit does not simply refer to the host's reward, but rather to what lies behind these three planes.
Suddenly, Xu Lang's expression changed, and he stepped into the black Vortex Gate, leaving the rooftop.
Deep within the Mist Zone, the grayish-white mist, like boiled cotton wool, clung to the tree branches and seeped into the soil.
A group of NPCs sped through the crowd.
The leader wore a short-sleeved shirt, his chest, like a granite block, was exposed.
He ran in the lead, without looking back or making a sound.
The people behind him followed closely, but their eyes kept unconsciously circling around him.
It wasn't reverence, but an instinct, like a moth drawn to a flame.
His name is Qin Chuan, and he is the young leader of the Heavenly Wolf Gang, the largest gang in the world.
Although he was the young leader, the Heavenly Wolf Gang's meteoric rise over the past decade was largely due to his efforts.
Because he is destined by the Sirius Fate Pattern, he is bound to succeed and win every battle.
Qin Chuan and his men had been running for the entire time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The number of people around me has decreased from the initial seventeen to thirteen.
Some didn't even have time to leave behind a scream.
"That thing is coming, don't go to the left!" Qin Chuan suddenly spoke, his expression turning serious.
Everyone tensed up and became alert.
A few breaths later, a monster resembling a tiger, with two horns on its forehead and three snake tails on its buttocks, burst out of the gray mist.
"Roar!
The snake-tailed monster roared, and a cloud of poisonous mist instantly spread across the entire mountainside!
Trees were the first to be affected!
The tree trunks touched by the poisonous fog Wither instantly, the bark cracked and peeled off, and the leaves curled and turned black. In less than three seconds, they turned into grayish-white withered branches, like corpses that had been drained of moisture.
Even the wild grass on the ground withered and died, and the originally dark green ground turned into a dead gray scorched earth in an instant.
It stood atop the boulder, its gaze fixed on the fleeing humans ahead. Suddenly, its three tails rose up simultaneously, the heads at the ends of the tails opening and emitting three sharp hisses.
They leaped down the mountain ridge at incredible speed.
"Spread!"
Qin Chuan gave a low shout, his body moving without stopping.
He didn't turn around, but he knew what was happening behind him. The slowest running brother on the left had been entangled by three snake tails.
The sound of fangs piercing flesh was very soft, as soft as a needle piercing silk.
The scream that followed was sharp and piercing, like a rusty knife scraping against a stone. The scream lasted only half a note before it was cut off, as if someone had grabbed its throat and forcibly choked off the latter half.
Qin Chuan's feet didn't stop, not even a single step.
His eyes were fixed on the gray mist ahead, and a faint silver-white light swirled deep within his pupils—the power of his Sirius Fate Pattern.
His Fate Pattern was telling him – running in this direction would lead to survival.
This judgment has no reason, no logic, but he is never wrong.
Ten years have passed, and not even once.
"Young Master, there's a cliff ahead!" a tall, thin man running ahead suddenly shouted.
Qin Chuan did not slow down; instead, he quickened his pace.
Behind them, the snake-tailed monster had already swallowed the corpse.
The heads on the three snake tails simultaneously flicked out bright red tongues and emitted even more excited hissing.
It leaped up again, like a gray shadow of death, rushing towards the crowd.
This time, its target was clearer—it had its sights set on Qin Chuan.
"Young Master, be careful!" someone exclaimed.
Qin Chuan suddenly stopped while running.
His soles slid a deep mark in the slippery mud, and he remained motionless, like a pine tree that had suddenly taken root.
The monster pounced over his head, its three snake tails stabbing towards the spot where he had just been standing, like three javelins.
Half a beat too late.
Qin Chuan didn't even glance at it.
His gaze passed over the precipice and landed on a protruding rock on the opposite cliff face.
An injured brother was lying on his back, already unconscious.
"Young Master, put me down." The person on his back had woken up at some point, his voice hoarse and barely audible.
Qin Chuan did not answer.
"Young Master..."
"Shut up."
Qin Chuan's voice was very calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.
Squat slightly, bend your knees, and tense all the muscles in your body like a bowstring.
He took a deep breath, and a silvery-white light emanated from his pupils, forming a thin halo around him.
Those Sirius Fate Pattern are destined for success and victory.
He can make that jump.
But the prerequisite is that he has to believe he can get through it.
Qin Chuan leaped up.
In that instant, he was like a real Sirius, piercing through the gray-white mist.
The wind whistled past his ears, and the damp, cold air was cleaved apart by his speed.
He carried a person on his back, drawing an arc in the air with such precision that it seemed as if he had measured the exact location, before landing steadily on the protruding rock opposite him.
The rock wobbled, but didn't break.
He pushed off with his feet, sprang up again, and leaped to an even higher cliff face. Using both hands and feet, he swiftly climbed up like a wild beast and disappeared into the gray mist above the precipice.
Behind them, the snake-tailed monster chased them to the edge of the cliff, its three tails lashing wildly against the cliff face, sending rocks flying.
But it couldn't reach it.
It can't climb rocks.
The roar echoed through the Mist Zone, like muffled thunder rolling across the valley.
Qin Chuan climbed to the top of the cliff and gently put the person on his back down. The person was completely unconscious, with a bluish face and black lips, clearly having been poisoned by the previous fog.
It still has breath, but it's very weak.
Qin Chuan glanced back down at the cliff below.
The fog is too thick; you can't see anything.
But his ears caught some sound—someone was calling him.
The remaining brothers, those who didn't jump over with him, were either running back or looking for other routes.
He could hear their footsteps, their breathing, and the occasional scream.
Then, screams rang out again.
Qin Chuan closed his eyes. His expression remained unchanged, but his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Sirius Fate Pattern bestowed upon him extraordinary talents—success is inevitable, and victory is assured.
But he was not given the ability to foresee who would live and who would die.
His Fate Pattern can only tell him which way to go to survive, but it can't control others.
"Young Master..." Someone climbed up from behind him. It was the tall, thin man, panting heavily, his face covered in mud, and trembling all over. "It's... it's just the two of us left?"
Qin Chuan opened his eyes, looked at the tall, thin man, and nodded slightly without saying a word.
The tall, thin man's face turned pale instantly.
There were seventeen people when they came out, but now only three remain, one of whom is unconscious.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
Qin Chuan stood up, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked down.
The mist billowed and surged, like a pot of grayish-white porridge boiling.
The snake-tailed monster is still down there.
He could hear its breathing, heavy and foul-smelling, with a sense of satisfaction.
It's full and won't chase after us for now.
"Take a 15-minute break."
The tall, thin man looked up at him, somewhat incredulous. "Rest?"
"It's full," Qin Chuan said calmly. "We won't be chasing it again anytime soon."
As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from his pocket, opened it, and inside were some dry food and a small bottle of medicine.
He knelt down, poured the medicine onto the unconscious man's lips, then pried open his mouth and fed him some water.
The movements were very careful and patient.
The tall, thin man looked at him and suddenly asked, "Young Master... why didn't you save them?"
Qin Chuan paused for a moment.
"I told them that if they went left, they would die." His voice was calm. "They didn't believe me."
The tall, thin man fell silent.
Qin Chuan continued to administer the medicine without saying anything more.
He could certainly explain more.
For example, the reason he knew that going left would lead to death was because his Fate Pattern had given him enough information at that moment.
The information struck him like a bolt of lightning, crystal clear.
But only he can sense this information; he can't share it with anyone else.
He tried to share it before.
Many years ago, when he first Awakening his Fate Pattern.
He told people which way to walk to live and which way to walk to die. And what happened? Some people believed him and lived.
Some people didn't believe it, and then they died.
Some people believed it, but went astray because its meaning changed after being filtered through language, and the information was attenuated, so it became something else entirely in other people's ears.
From then on, he stopped explaining.
He only stated the result; whether others believed it or not was up to them.
"Young Master," the tall, thin man suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "Will we... be able to get out of here alive?"
Qin Chuan put away the water bag and carried the unconscious person on his back again.
"Able."
After uttering that word, he stepped into the gray fog.
The tall, thin man stared at his retreating figure for a moment, then gritted his teeth, got up, and followed him.
Deep within the Mist Zone, the grayish-white mist, like boiled cotton wool, clung to the tree branches and seeped into the soil.
Qin Chuan walked ahead without stopping for a moment.
His gaze pierced through the thick fog and he saw a mountain in the distance.
The mountain isn't high, but there's a cave entrance halfway up it.
The gray fog surged, receding and receding like the tide.
Qin Chuan's figure gradually faded into the distance, like a silent knife cleaving through this desolate world.
From the depths of the gray fog, more faint hissing could be heard, one after another, rising and falling.
Like countless eyes, opening in the mist.
Qin Chuan suddenly stopped.
Without any warning, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a silvery-white light flickered violently in the depths of his eyes, like a Stars trembling in its depths.
This feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
The Sirius Fate Pattern resonated within him, as if sensing some kind of shared aura.
Behind him, the tall, thin man nearly bumped into him, panting heavily as he asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
Qin Chuan did not answer.
His gaze pierced through the layers of gray fog and landed on the mountainside in front of him.
He thought that cave entrance was his only way out.
But at this moment, his Fate Pattern has changed.
There's something in that cave.
To be precise, there are people.
Moreover, the aura emanating from that person was similar to his, as if they shared the same origin.
"Young Master?" the tall, thin man called out again, his voice now filled with obvious fear.
Qin Chuan came to his senses.
He took another step, but at a slower pace, though his direction remained the same, still heading towards the cave entrance.
His Fate Pattern told him where he could live.
But Fate Pattern didn't tell him was why someone was waiting for him there.
Half an incense stick later, they arrived at the cave entrance.
The entrance to the cave is small, only wide enough for two people to pass side by side.
The moss on the stone wall shimmered with a dark green light, and a strange fragrance filled the air, like some ancient pine resin burning.
Qin Chuan handed the person on his back to the tall, thin man and stepped inside first.
It was much warmer inside the cave than outside.
A faint amber light emanated from the depths of the stone wall, the source of which was unknown. The passageway sloped downwards, winding and twisting, and after walking about a hundred steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.
It was a natural cave hall with an extremely high dome and stalactites hanging upside down like swords.
In the center of the hall was a flat stone platform, on which sat a woman.
She was dressed in a gray-white linen outfit, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, her face thin, and she looked to be no more than twenty years old.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing was even, and there was no light flowing around her, but Qin Chuan recognized the aura emanating from her at a glance.
The Power of the Stars.
They share the same origin, yet are completely different.
Qin Chuan's Sirius Fate Pattern surged within him, like a beast that had caught the scent of its own kind—warning, probing, yet also carrying a certain instinctive affinity.
The silvery-white light in his pupils almost overflowed, but he forcibly suppressed it.
Who are you?
The woman slowly opened her eyes; her pupils were pale gold, like two ancient coins that had been asleep for a thousand years seeing the light of day again.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Qin Chuan, as if she were sizing him up or trying to identify him.
"You... are you wearing Sirius?" Her voice was clear and cold, with a hint of hoarseness, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time.
Qin Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
She had never seen the Sirius Fate Pattern before, yet she recognized it at a glance.
What does this mean?
This means that the Fate Pattern she possesses is of an extremely high level, high enough to be able to identify the Fate Pattern of other Stars!
"Who are you?" Qin Chuan asked again, his tone becoming more serious.
The woman slowly rose from the stone platform, her bare feet stepping onto the cold stone surface.
She was half a head shorter than Qin Chuan, but standing there, she exuded an indescribable sense of oppression, like a silent mountain.
"My name is Lin Zhao, Fate Pattern Tianshu!"