Yu Changyong raised his right hand, his fingers rapidly forming hand seals.
In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a thousand-meter radius began to surge violently. Threads of fortune, visible to the naked eye, emerged from the void and intertwined into a vast, intricate web.
This was one of the authorities granted by the Land God's divine status: governing the earth veins and sorting out fortune.
Through the flow of fortune, Yu Changyong could trace back everything that had happened in the past.
The Yin Mountain Realm had been painstakingly developed by successive Investigation Bureaus for centuries. It had long since become the Investigation Bureau's private territory, every inch of land stamped with their mark.
Ever since Yu Changyong had advanced to the Fire-Stealing Rank as Lord of the Land, he had already taken control of the earth veins across more than half of the Yin Mountain Realm.
Although the area where the Northern Yin Mountain Temple stood had only recently been opened up, he could still easily trace past events by sorting through the direction of its fortune.
A cold, stern gleam flashed through Yu Changyong's eyes.
"I'd like to see who has such audacity as to steal right under my nose!"
The intertwined threads of fortune gradually became clearer, and Yu Changyong keenly caught three unusual strands within them.
One strand belonged to Scavenger Second Rank. Its aura was peculiar and clearly not human.
The other two were incomplete strands of fortune at Scavenger Perfection. Their auras flickered in and out of existence, clearly concealed by some means.
"Two incomplete strands of fortune at Scavenger Perfection..." Yu Changyong narrowed his eyes.
"They should belong to the Fire Stealers lurking in the Northern Yin Mountain Temple. If the mountain god temple had not collapsed and