Lin Yuan stared at the thread of karma on Kong Xuan that had abruptly turned black for well over ten breaths.
Zhao Gongming was the first to notice something was wrong.
"Worse than those three just now?"
Lin Yuan nodded. "Much worse."
Wen Zhong also looked up at Kong Xuan.
Earlier, Randeng had merely shown himself, and the tribulation aura of three Outer Disciples of the Interception Sect had rapidly risen. Now Randeng had left, and those three gray threads had all receded, yet this one on Kong Xuan was growing darker instead.
That meant the danger still lay ahead.
Kong Xuan himself looked quite calm.
"The Western Regions again?"
Lin Yuan did not answer immediately.
His Mystic Thunder Eyes followed the black thread upward.
This time, he saw deeper than before.
One end of the black thread connected to Kong Xuan.
The other did indeed extend toward the Western Regions.
Yet in between, there was none of that sensation of the Investiture of the Gods drawing in a true spirit.
Lin Yuan had already seen far too many fatal tribulations tied to the Investiture of the Gods.
Shiji, Zhao Gongming, the Three Cloud Sisters, Wen Zhong, Lü Yue, Luo Xuan-their fatal tribulations all differed, but whenever they truly approached their death nodes, a distinct current of soul-reaping fate would always arise.
Kong Xuan had none.
It was more like a net.
Drawing tighter and tighter.
Trying to drag him from his current position to somewhere else.
Lin Yuan suddenly understood.
Kong Xuan had never been someone destined for the list.
What would truly descend upon him was another kind of ending.
The Western Regions.
Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze.
"This time, the Investiture of the Gods might only be incidental."
Kong Xuan raised his brows slightly. "What do you