In the valley, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.
Everyone's gaze, greedy, fearful, gloating, worried, was focused on Mingxi and the last remaining silver Pet Egg.
The young man, whose original na was Yamamoto Ichiro and whose Xiao Li Country na was Edinburgh, hid in the crowd, a barely perceptible sinister smile on the corner of his lips.
“Mingxi, hurry up!”
Crooked, slanted words were shoved in front of Mingxi, carrying undisguised malice even as re text.
The one speaking was precisely that accursed fellow, one of the most miserable individuals present, who, driven by the mindset that if he wasn't well, no one else should be either, eagerly jumped out and wrote: “You're dawdling, don't tell you want to go back on your word?”
“That's right! Stop dawdling! We've been trapped in this valley for four days! If we don't leave soon, we might not even know when the secret realm passage appears!”
“Exactly! Stop dilly-dallying.”
“Hurry up.”
“Don't forget we all signed an agreent!”
Although no sound could be heard, with so many people, the mixed and varied auras still created considerable commotion.
Many Beast Tars, whose ntal states were unbalanced by negative effects, or who were Yamamoto Ichiro's people, puppets he secretly guided, or simply those who were jealous or disliked Mingxi, all chid in, with waves of text rising higher and higher.
Fear and greed made them lose their basic judgnt, only wanting to quickly resolve this most troubleso issue so they could leave safely.
Golden Ingot Eight stood in front of Mingxi, their gazes cold, the atmosphere on the verge of Impact.
Edinburgh, hidden in the crowd, looked at Mingxi, who was being denounced by thousands, and sneered inwardly: “Hmph, a genius? A monster? In the face of absolute death rules, you will still turn to dust!
Once you die, all your rare pets will be taken over by my Descent Organization... And because of you, I will beco a core mber of the organization, and even hope to contend for the honor of Holy Son!”
However, Mingxi, at the center of the storm, had an unusually calm expression.
She even had the leisure to gently pat the Golden Yuanbao blocking her way, signaling it to remain calm.
Her gaze swept over the noisy crowd, landing precisely on the chaotic vortex-patterned black egg, her eyes sharp as knives, yet filled with the sa focused and ardent gaze a researcher would give a precious experintal sample.
Edinburgh's heart inexplicably skipped a beat: This reaction isn't right! Shouldn't she be afraid, despairing, struggling? How could she have such... an eager expression?
“Quiet.” Mingxi quickly wrote two words, yet they seed to carry a strange penetrative and deterrent power, instantly suppressing all the waves of text.
“I never said I wouldn't open it? What's the fuss about?”
Her so readily agreeing, instead, stunned those who were clamoring, their prepared argunts stuck in their throats.
Mingxi walked step by step towards the chaotic dead egg, her steps steady, without the slightest hint of panic.
Her mind was racing: “The person behind this has considerable power, ninety-nine percent likely from the Descent Organization, the remaining zero-point-one percent being a dark hand from so country.”
“Trying to kill with a borrowed knife?”
“Unfortunately, they don't know that I was just worried about not finding a suitable sample; I quietly experinted a few tis just now and have already initially grasped ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the thod of modifying the egg's patterns! I just need to try again!”
‘In the deepest depths of ultimate chaos, there also lies the opportunity to reshape order.’
Theoretically, if one could use sufficiently strong spiritual power and precise energy guidance to modify the vortex patterns before they reached a critical point, outlining patterns of ‘order, creation, and inclusion,’ perhaps one could reverse the inevitable fate of death, and even... transform it into an unprecedented great opportunity!
Of course, for now, this was still just her conjecture.
An utterly insane conjecture!
Success rate?
How can such an elegant matter as deciphering and exploring be discussed in terms of success rate?
Under everyone's gazes, so anticipating her death, so pitying, so simply watching the show, Mingxi walked towards the silver egg.
Golden Ingot Eight, anwhile, vigilantly watched the other Beast Tars and their pets, to prevent them from launching an attack while Mingxi was unprepared.
Mingxi finally stood before the silver egg. This egg was even larger than any of the Pet Egg fate blind boxes she had opened before.
It was roughly the sa height as Mingxi, and she didn't know what kind of pet's egg it was.
Pet Eggs that are naturally this large are not common.
Aside from the egg itself, the egg patterns attached to it were also quite unique.
Just standing in front of it, an extre coldness and deathly aura assailed her, as if even her soul would be frozen and sucked in.
She did not, like others, close her eyes, grit her teeth, and abruptly reach out to touch it, but instead slowly, and extrely gently, hovered her fair palm about an inch above the eggshell's surface.
“What is she doing? Waiting to die?”
“Playing mind gas!”
The others exchanged glances, a mix of tension, anticipation, and excitent, their eyes fixed on Mingxi.
Just then, a brilliant, starlike ntal light suddenly erupted from Mingxi's eyes!
“Drawing Spirit!”
She ntally roared, and powerful ntal energy surged out like a tide, not as a crude Impact, nor condensed into the previous Drawing Brush, but transforming into countless ntal carving knives, finer than hair, precisely piercing towards the constantly flowing, light-devouring chaotic vortex patterns on the eggshell's surface.
Modifying the patterns with the Drawing Brush simultaneously had already been ruled out.
Because she was certain and confident that she couldn't conjure a large number of Drawing Brushes to simultaneously modify those critical nodes.
So she could only change her approach.
Change the thod.
“Buzz—!”
The Pet Egg vibrated violently.
The chaotic vortex patterns seed like an enraged fierce beast, erupting with an even more terrifying suction force, frantically pulling, devouring, and distorting Mingxi's ntal power.
Mingxi's body swayed sharply, her face instantly turning ashen, veins throbbing on her forehead, and fine beads of sweat oozing out.
“Oh no! This egg is even more chaotic, more complex, and contains more energy than all the previous fate blind boxes combined!”
Mingxi instinctively began to circulate her Breathing thod.
The rhythm of the ntal carving knives beca incredibly long and peculiar, and her aura instantly solidified like a mountain, forcefully resisting the soul-level tearing force and stabilizing the output channel of her ntal power.
Even so.
It was difficult!
Too difficult!
That chaotic vortex seed to contain the true power of destiny, and trying to modify them was akin to defying the heavens.
Every ti Mingxi's ntal carving knife descended, it was like fighting against the malice of the entire world!
Her ntal power was being consud at an unprecedented rate, and her brain felt a stinging pain.
But her gaze remained firm, even growing brighter!
Her fingertips trembled slightly, guiding the countless ntal carving knives to operate along an incredibly profound trajectory, beyond the observation of the naked eye.
Forcibly smoothing out the wildly spinning vortex!
Lighting up stars in the dark center that devoured everything!
Outlining the branches of life on the edges of the patterns of annihilation!
Defining the baseline of orientation in the chaotic currents!
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