Upon the imperial throne, Xi Sang suddenly knitted his brows.
He had just invoked his decree, tracing back along the name "Di Yang." Like a stone cast into water, it should have elicited an immediate response.
Yet now, the feedback was an empty void, and all he saw was chaos.
The man named Di Yang seemed hidden within a shroud of hazy mist, impossible to pin down.
"I can't even lock onto him?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Xi Sang's eyes. A name was a marker of fate, manifest within the world. How could he fail to find a mere living ant?
He closed his eyes and traced the connection carefully.
Deathly silence settled over the hall. Below the steps, the ghost general trembled incessantly, pressing his body against the floor, not daring to lift his head an inch.
"Heh."
A moment later, Xi Sang abruptly opened his eyes and looked at the ghost general below the steps. He said indifferently, "Pass down my order. Search for traces of the Kindling Alliance, especially Di Yang. Report immediately once you find him. I will go in person."
The ghost general hurriedly kowtowed. "I obey Your Exalted One's decree!"
Once the ghost general had retreated in a panic, silence returned to the great hall. Xi Sang sat alone upon his lofty throne, eerie light swirling in his eyes.
For Declining Fate to have mentioned this fellow's name, there was indeed something unusual about him. He would see just what that scoundrel Declining Fate intended.
Half his body was already lost. In the end, he still needed to find another means of making himself whole and peer into the source of Eternal Night to seek greater heights.
Another month passed. Within the valley.
Chu Mo was working out the method of divine investiture.