"An array?" Yuan Muxi looked utterly bewildered, unable to make heads or tails of it.
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then asked, "What makes you think we can get out by heading east?"
Hearing this, Yuan Muxi naturally gave it no further thought. He merely said blankly, "There's a strange current of air below. It surrounds all those masters. Once they enter, they follow the current and can never get out. But those currents aren't one whole; there are gaps within them, and all those gaps are gathered in the east. We should be able to pass through there."
At this, a sharp glint flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes. He scrutinized Yuan Muxi solemnly, as though he had only just met him, then nodded and smiled. "Interesting. Since that's the case, you, this little foreign servant, will stay by my side for now."
With that, without waiting for Yuan Muxi to respond, he reached out and grabbed him. Then, with rapid steps beneath his feet, he darted through the forest and vanished into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Yet he did not know that with this action, a hidden Karmic Thread had been stirred. Move one hair, and the whole body moved; it created the slightest ripple, which in the blink of an eye spread across all of Zhutuolan!
Immediately afterward, within this land of chaos, surging Fortune howled into being. It had no clear target, nor did it show much actual movement. It simply boiled as though something had provoked it, before gradually settling again, as if waiting for something.
On the other hand, it was not only Zhutuolan's native Fortune that was affected. The Fortune of Heaven Will Continent, the Scale-Armored Tribe, and the many cultivators who had just fallen down was