Some Things Were Better Left Unsaid

They might have been tailing him.

But they were actually straight ahead of him. If he kept flying west, he would get even closer.

The four were far too slow, and they kept stopping along the way. They were supposed to be the hunters, yet their quarry was about to lap them!!

Yin Ming had not discovered them at first, either. Their method of slipping into Origin's plane had been extraordinarily skillful; they had breached the World Crystal Wall without causing the slightest disturbance.

But as he tempered his Yin Spirit, he kept his Divine Sense extended. His Divine Sense was infinitely close to that of a Yang Spirit, and nothing within its reach escaped his notice.

Micro-Level Perception.

It could capture information invisible to ordinary people.

With sufficiently advanced Fate Studies, one could even discern how seas and continents had shifted a thousand years ago from a change in the position of a single speck of dust.

Yin Ming's grasp of Fate Studies remained at the peak of the Four-Phase Realm. He had not reached the level of knowing autumn had come from a single fallen leaf.

But once he reached somewhere the four had visited, he could easily use the traces they left to reconstruct scenes from two or three days earlier.

Four-Phase Thinking worked furiously.

Countless tiny, inconspicuous pieces of information in his brain converged.

Hazy, elusive.

His consciousness saw a trace of wind left two days earlier by flapping wings, the faint currents created by breathing, and the pressure powerful life auras had exerted on the surrounding vegetation.

There was also the elemental energy produced as the world refined supernatural beings in reverse within an environment of the End of Dharma.

And more...

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"Two wizards and two warlocks followed me all the way around Origin's