"This is... the will of Heaven, the will of Heaven!" Zhen Yuanzi looked at the tortoiseshell in his hand, his eyes lighting up.
"Great Immortal, the tortoiseshell cracked on its own. Could the divination have changed?" Yang Jian asked, his gaze flickering.
Among the others, he knew the most about divination. During the Investiture of the Gods War, there had been many masters proficient in divinatory arts. Though he did not know such techniques himself, he had witnessed them many times.
"That's right. This divination was originally a dead end, but now a crack has appeared. Within this dead end lies a sliver of opportunity for revival. It may help us escape our predicament," Zhen Yuanzi said excitedly.
"Oh? What opportunity?" Shen Luo asked.
"I cannot see exactly what it is. The divination merely shows that the opportunity lies somewhere around the Nether River," Zhen Yuanzi said.
"Then let's hurry over." Yang Jian turned into a streak of white light and shot toward the Nether River, seemingly placing great faith in Zhen Yuanzi's divination.
The others followed closely behind. At their speed, they arrived near the Nether River in less than half an hour.
It was the same as before: thick yin energy filled the air, and the Nether River surged swiftly. Yet the area was deathly quiet, without a single demon or ghost in sight.
"Huh? When we came through here before, ghosts were everywhere. This is rather strange," Bull Demon King said with a light grunt.
"Nine Nether must have summoned all the ghosts back to Fengdu City. That place is probably now fortified like an iron wall. Even if we joined forces to attack it, our chances would be slim. We should search for the opportunity Zhenyuan the Great mentioned instead," Yang Jian said.
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