"King Chen, he..."
"Jiang Chen!"
The kings of the Nine Provinces watched with eyes blazing in fury. None had expected King Chen to be so decisive, venturing alone into the River of Forgetfulness Blood River, surrounded by wolves, so the Nine Provinces would not fall behind anyone.
Whether he would survive this journey was uncertain.
And the odds were against him!
Even setting aside the terror of the sub-restricted zone and the Blood River's unfathomable mysteries, a group of high-ranking kings and several Supreme Powerhouses hostile to the Nine Provinces were enough to send him to death's door.
The King of the Metropolis and Sister Hong in particular were so anxious that their delicate faces turned pale.
The former stepped forward, seemingly intending to catch up before the Blood River disappeared completely into the Restricted Zone, but fortunately, Sister Hong grabbed him.
"Right! Head of the Li Clan, can't you divine things? You're especially skilled at reading faces and seeing fate patterns. Quick! See whether King Chen's journey will bring fortune or disaster!"
The King of the Metropolis anxiously grabbed Sister Hong's hand and cried out.
Sister Hong froze at his words, as though something had suddenly occurred to her, and the worry on her face actually eased somewhat.
She shook her head with a complicated expression. "King of the Metropolis, you've come to the wrong person. I'm afraid anyone capable of divining Jiang Chen's fate has yet to be born."
"I can't say any more. Think carefully about what I just said. I'm afraid this Restricted Zone won't be able to bury him."
The King of the Metropolis's hand froze in midair.
Just then, a thunderous boom rang out ahead. The entire River of Forgetfulness Blood River sent great waves surging up as it disappeared completely into the Blood-Colored