Moreover, based on historical experience, any demon clan that has targeted Chen Mo has not t a good end, with the survival rate still at zero.
Even soone as strong as the Demon Lord "cannot escape death," so she naturally would not risk herself.
This ti, upon learning that Chen Mo was leaving the Capital City, the Vermilion Bird followed from a distance, not even attempting a closer look.
"My right eyelid keeps twitching; I feel a bit of danger..."
"Approaching that flying boat recklessly might lead to sothing bad happening."
Although the destination of Chen Mo's journey was unknown, it could be speculated that he was heading for the Southern Border. After a brief contemplation, the Vermilion Bird lifted her hand, and the surrounding clouds surged, transforming into a snow-white hawk.
"Screech!"
The hawk raised its head in a long cry, then flapped its wings and flew southward.
The Vermilion Bird herself went in the opposite direction.
"To be cautious, it's probably best to report back to the Lord first..."
...
...
The sky gradually darkened.
After several hours of flying, the Cloud Mist Magic Boat had arrived within the territory of Golden Sun State.
When Ling Ningzhi handed the magic boat to Chen Mo, she thoughtfully prepared enough spiritual marrow and food, eliminating the need for landing and replenishing supplies, indicating they could almost reach Nantu State the day after tomorrow.
Inside the bedroom, the air was filled with a sweet, cloying scent.
Li Yuan's eyes were slightly closed, her soft chest gently rising and falling, cheeks still carrying a lingering blush, curling up beside Chen Mo like a kitten.
"That's not the right posture, get up and sleep again."
Chen Mo raised his hand and patted the rounded curve.
"Ugh..."
"Your subordinate dare not do it again, please spare , sir..."
Li Yuan frowned slightly, letting out a muffled groan from her rosy lips.
A trace of affection flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, the force beca gentle, wisps of green light lingered in his palm, Li Yuan's brows gradually relaxed, and her breathing beca even.
After she fell into deep sleep, Chen Mo finally sat up, dressed, and left the room.
The flying boat had three layers; the bottom layer was the bedroom, the second layer contained the alchemy room, dining hall, and quiet room for ditation and cultivation, while the top layer was the deck, equipped with gathering spirit and defense arrays.
He climbed onto the deck, looking up at the sky full of stars, a silver light flashed across his eyes.
Yesterday at the Observatory, even the Director couldn't calculate the fortune of this journey, leaving Chen Mo sowhat concerned, feeling sothing was amiss.
Was the Emperor setting a trap this ti?
Initially, he was indifferent about this. As a Third-grade Grandmaster with deep foundations, he wasn't worried as long as the Ultimate Venerable didn't strike.
But with a little tiger accompanying him now, he had to be cautious.
"After gaining insights from the Director, the 'Observing World True Explanation' has improved to a small success."
"This ti I won't divine myself, only Li Yuan, to see if there is any change."
Chen Mo went to the bow, crossed his legs and sat, biting his fingertip, lifting his hand to sketch in the air, murmuring to himself:
"The Great Dao is enigmatic, heavenly secrets reveal, with the heart as a mirror, all phenona observable..."
"Desire leads to confusion, keeping simplicity gains wholeness, divination is not reckless, observing the world cultivates fate..."
Red characters hovered in the air, with silver light growing brighter in his eyes, as if a river of stars flowed, contrasting with the celestial bodies.
"Water and moon are void, the mirror platform remains calm. This is the true explanation, the heart illuminates vastness!"
Crack—
A crisp sound echoed in his ears.
As if breaking an invisible barrier, the void rippled with fine black cracks.
Through those rifts, there were glimpses of ever-changing scenes beyond, parallel lines existing in the future.
Any act by any person leaves traces. Even a sneeze modifies "appearance" and "montum," affecting reality's course, which is the essence of "cause and effect."
The fundantal logic of divination lies in observing the montum, continuously deducing and sifting to pinpoint the most probable outco.
Chen Mo propelled his cultivation technique, seemingly fast-forwarding the countless scenes dissipating like bubbles, with fewer "results" remaining.
"Three hundred... two hundred and twenty... fifty..."
Just as he thought he was about to find the answer, his vision blurred, then it felt like being struck by lightning!
Boom—
A sharp pain surged, as if a steel blade stabbed into his sea of consciousness, twisting relentlessly, causing his vision to darken, nearly crying out.
"What's happening?!"
In this state, predicting was impossible, and he had to stop operating the cultivation technique.
Once he abandoned probing, the pain faded, vision normalized, the rifts in the void closed, and the night sky was serene, as if nothing transpired.
Yet Chen Mo was certain, all just now was not an illusion!
As the scene vanished, he caught a glimpse of a soft pink glow, seemingly—
Peach Blossom Evil?
"So the Director wasn't deceiving , there truly is an emotional tribulation?"
Chen Mo pinched his chin, pondering inwardly.
Could it be Ye Zi'e drugged him to act improperly, but got caught by the little tiger?
Aside from that, he couldn't think of any other possibility.
"Seems I really need to be wary of her..."
Just then, a gentle voice sounded: "In the middle of the night, Mr. Chen not resting well, yet having the leisure to star gaze, such elegant interest."
"Hmm?"
Absorbed in his thoughts, Chen Mo hadn't noticed anyone approaching.
Turning his head, he saw a tall figure leaning on the railing in the distance, her appearance plain, yet her eyes particularly deep.
"Are you from the Water Bureau?"
"Yes, my na is... Xu You, greetings Mr. Chen." She nodded slightly.
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