Beneath his wide sleeves, Qi Yun's fingers shifted in a motion almost imperceptible to the naked eye. A faint light, like flowing Star Dust, swirled at his fingertips.
He was attempting to divine the threads of cause and effect, to grasp a sliver of an omen regarding the fortune of the three brocade boxes before him, and even the entire Upper Profound Celestial Palace.
Although he was currently only at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, the nature of his Venerable Dao Foundation meant his Dao Position was already on par with that of a Great Master.
His reserves of Magical Power and accumulation of Divine Techniques were not yet a match for those ancient monsters who had cultivated for ages.
But he already possessed some of the power of a Great Master.
However—
As the Dao Rhyme circulated at his fingertips, Qi Yun's brow slowly furrowed.
Blank.
What he saw was a heart-stopping, pure BLANKNESS.
