Zhang Pengcheng stared hard at the front hall.
At the slightest stir of wind or grass, he would jump straight into a thirty-second ad!
He had worked so hard to cultivate to this level. He was the first man in the Lineage's history to manifest an Imago.
He couldn't let anything happen to him here!
He still had a wonderful life ahead of him!
Suddenly.
Zhang Pengcheng blinked in surprise.
What was going on?
What were these lines in front of me?
Three glowing lines floated before his eyes, each pointing in a different direction.
The first, a long line giving off a faint glow, pointed toward Xu Yuan.
At its far end, two large words hovered in the Void, offering a warning:
"Safe."
Easy enough to understand. Xu Yuan's side was safe.
The second long line pointed toward Clearheart Hall. It, too, bore two large words:
"Death."
Even easier to understand.
The third line pointed toward the rear of the palace, but it bore four characters:
"Great fortune."
Zhang Pengcheng's heart leaped.
Great fortune was the official term for a Cultivator striking it lucky, finding an opportunity, and making it big.
Was he about to strike it lucky?
Come to think of it.
Could these lines be a legendary ancient divine ability? Had he awakened one that let him see the consequences of his choices?
This was incredible!
Zhang Pengcheng kept his face still and stole a glance at Yang Xiaobing.
Yang Xiaobing showed no reaction.
He looked at Jiang Xueyao next.
Neither did Jiang Xueyao.
Xu Yuan—even had his eyes closed as he rested.
"Ahem!"
Zhang Pengcheng got up and headed toward the back of the palace, muttering under his breath:
"Need the toilet. Urgently."
He walked faster and faster, broke into a jog, and quickly vanished from