The Undying Hall.
Human destiny, purple with gold hidden within, surged out of the "square magic treasure" like a great river flowing quietly, not only unceasing but showing no sign of running dry.
The dense destiny poured down, completely enveloping the Storyteller's physical body and shielding him from the all-pervasive, devouring gray mist around him. This ensured he could continue exploring without expending spiritual energy, vital blood, or divine soul power.
But this method could not last long. Although the Storyteller's destiny could temporarily hold off the gray mist, it was still far below the "level" required to completely dispel the devouring power here. And once his destiny ran out, venturing farther would only put him in greater danger. That would be equivalent to losing the resources he needed for a "safe return."
Yet for the Storyteller now, refusing to take a gamble meant certain death.
Every lead in the criminal quartet's hands had run cold, while the Zhao Family and Sun Family waited outside like predators. If this trip failed to help the blind man recover his inheritance origin, and he could not find the thing he wanted either, then even if the Li Family wished to offer their full support, they would have no fucking reasonable, lawful grounds to do so.
The four of them entering the tomb was their last chance to turn the tables against impossible odds. So gamble... they certainly had to.
As everyone knew, "Human destiny" was not exclusive to any one person. Ancient dynasties that ushered in immortal eras, regional lords who ruled their own territories, powerful sects and blessed lands, ancient clans and great families with deep foundations, heroes worshipped with incense offerings... these forces and individuals could all potentially condense destiny of their own.
However, though destiny was not exclusive to