A divination that did not form a hexagram, yet the greater the tide of events, the easier it was to predict.
In this era, even powerful beings like Mother of All Snakes and Wuxiang Watson could only lie low. The forces capable of making the Wizard Black Tower mobilize in full force could be counted on one hand.
Whether the Wizard Black Tower's scheme succeeded or failed, the Wizard World would likely be plunged into turmoil. But—what did that have to do with me?
Yin Ming decisively halted his Fate Principles deduction, put away the three bone Fate Dice, and could not be bothered with whatever the Wizard Black Tower was plotting.
When the time came!
The answer would naturally reveal itself!
In any case, the only territories he had established himself in were the Source Plane and the Dark Plane.
The undead race had yet to formally develop the Dark Plane.
The Source Plane had entered the End of Dharma. Living creatures had died out, leaving no room to retreat.
Poverty made one fearless. Rather than waste time on matters that had little to do with him, he might as well seize the time to improve his own strength.
For instance, breaking through the Eight-Nine Mystical Art: Fourth Transformation.
Constructing the Yellow Court Gods of Laws: Second God.
"..."
In the blink of an eye, another half month passed peacefully.
Yin Ming's consciousness merged with the Scavenger Gourd once more as he watched the Magic Plant Garden that had been separately split off from Gourd Continent.
At this moment, dozens of roots from the Formless Tree had fully awakened, writhing like nimble tentacles around transparent crystals and madly drawing out the energy contained within them.
Very quickly, the crystals lost their luster at an astonishing speed.
Then came a