A few days later, he finally found several extrely hidden threads of causality, almost transparent.
One end made a faint connection with Lou Yi’s red star, while the other end connected to an unidentifiable distant realm.
The black halos representing malice were transmitted through these threads of causality.
’Two people?’ Lou Yi furrowed his brow, noticing the threads of causality ca in two colors.
’They’re still probing for now, but given ti, they’ll inevitably find .’
At this mont, far away from Lou Yi across countless miles, two individuals sat cross-legged on the ground, performing a ritual.
One was a white-haired male cultivator in a white robe, holding a horsetail whisk. He appeared kind and amiable, much like a friendly elder next door.
The other was a female cultivator dressed in black, appearing to be in her thirties.
However, the graying hair at her temples and the aged look in her eyes suggested her real age was not as young as she appeared.
The two sat facing each other on the ground.
Between them lay a tattered Eight Trigrams Diagram, made of so unknown leather, dark gray, the size of a wooden basin.
One of their hands ford a flower-picking gesture, while the other stretched forward, palms facing the Eight Trigrams Diagram, transmitting continuous Spiritual Essence toward it.
One Spiritual Essence was dark red, the other gray, causing the surface of the Eight Trigrams Diagram to flicker with starlight, giving it a mysterious aura.
"Senior Sister, I didn’t expect to et you in the Abyss.
With your help, we’re bound to catch the culprit behind the attacks on the Trench Patrol Guest," the kind-looking white-robed elder said with a smile. "Moreover, this person might well be the traitor who fled our sect decades ago."
The female cultivator in black replied indifferently, "Junior Brother, even after all these years, you haven’t fully mastered the Heavenly chanism Skill yet."
Upon hearing this, the elder’s face turned somber as he shook his head, saying, "The Heavenly chanism Skill is a heaven-defying technique that seizes the creation of the world; it’s not so easy to cultivate.
If I had mastered it, I would have long attempted to break through to the Golden Core."
The female cultivator in black did not give a definitive answer but said, "Seven days, I will stay here no longer than seven days, and that’s only because of our relationship."
"Seven days are enough; we’ll certainly catch this traitor!" the elder said confidently with a laugh. "Now we’ve already found a clue.
Once the clues continue to expand, we can fully pinpoint his location."
The two looked at the void in front of them, where a brilliantly starred river as vast as the Milky Way lay.
Countless stars swam in the river like fish, moving so fast that even with their keen eyesight, they couldn’t capture their exact movents.
They each extended threads of causality, so red, so gray, from the Eight Trigrams Diagram into the river.
They allowed the threads to search through the river like fishing lines, striving to reconnect with that star they had linked with by chance before.
As long as enough threads connected, they could attempt to pull the star into exposure within the star river.
"Soon, soon," the white-robed elder murmured.
Just now, he and his Senior Sister had several more threads of causality climb onto the target star.
As their entanglent increased, the speed of finding it would accelerate.
At this rate, it seed they could locate this person and uncover his identity in four or five days.
A short while later, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the female cultivator in black.
"He ca looking on his own, trying to probe into us."
"Oh, is this person foolish, or is it fearlessness born of ignorance?" the elder chuckled. "Could it be that he thinks leaving the sect ans he can cultivate the Heavenly chanism Skill better than us?"
They looked toward the void river.
They saw a red fish, transford from a star, constantly jumping and hovering in the nearby void river.
"Hehe, wants to know our identity? Then let him be satisfied," the white-robed elder said, waving his hand as a powerful Spiritual Essence surged into the Eight Trigrams Diagram, causing its light to surge.
anwhile, hundreds and thousands tis more gray threads of causality gushed out, shooting into the void river to capture the fish appearing around them.
The female cultivator in black did the sa, though her threads of causality were dark red.
Since the fish was near, they quickly entangled it with a large number of threads.
They then pulled it out of the water with a ’splash,’ and it struggled in midair but couldn’t break free from the threads’ hold.
"We’ve caught him!" the elder exclaid joyfully. "Don’t let him escape!"
He began to drive the threads of causality with all his might, binding the red fish layer upon layer.
"Let’s see who it is, whether it’s the traitor," the female cultivator in black said with growing curiosity.
Their consciousness followed the threads of causality to the fish, instantly crossing countless spaces, arriving in an area without any gray fog.
There stood a man shrouded in white light, his features unclear, looking up quietly at them.
"Fogless District?" the elder chuckled, "Do you think you can’t be caught in this gray area where two realms converge?"
The mysterious man stayed silent, with a slight smirk in his eyes.
Simultaneously, nurous white threads emanated from his body, intertwining tightly with the threads of causality from the two of them, forming countless knots.
"What’s he trying to do?" The white-robed elder wondered, while the female cultivator beside him also showed a look of confusion.
At that mont, they saw the mysterious man emitting crackling sounds.
Then, the red causality star that represented him began to burn fiercely!
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