Fortune and disaster went hand in hand. Dangerous places were full of opportunity, and that was no empty saying.
Li Xiang prepared himself and used his Feng Shui Master Profession Ability to find the best route into Toad Swallowing the Moon Formation.
In his vision, the entire basin resembled a vast black whirlpool. Countless dark currents of extreme yin, balefulness, and death crisscrossed it with a force that could sweep away rotting wood.
Any living thing that stepped in carelessly would have its blood qi and vitality gradually drained away, leaving only a shriveled skeleton.
But under Li Xiang's gaze, that impenetrable black net was being unraveled strand by strand. Following the lay of the land, he examined the chaotic currents of qi created by the fractured ley lines.
The way of Feng Shui was to survey heaven and earth.
A full three incense sticks passed before Li Xiang's tightly furrowed brow finally eased.
Amid countless intersecting paths to death, he caught sight of a hair-thin white thread almost entirely buried beneath the black Baleful Intent.
"Of the fifty ways of the Great Dao, Tian Yan reveals forty-nine and leaves one to escape. No formation is certain death."
Li Xiang gazed at that faint, flickering path to life and sighed.
The Great Dao numbered fifty; Tian Yan revealed forty-nine. The one that escaped was the last sliver of life left to all things in the world.
Everything had that sliver of life. It was the underlying logic by which heaven and earth turned. But it was hidden too deeply, too secretly. Even a highly cultivated professional who came here would likely fail to see it without a firm grasp of Feng Shui, much less seize it.
Li Xiang closed his eyes and etched the path's course deep into his mind.