A deserted island.
Shishanzi performed a tortoise shell divination, sacrificing his lifespan.
He kept raising the stakes. In the blink of an eye, he had consumed one hundred and sixty years of his lifespan!
The effects were plain to see.
Shishanzi's face grew increasingly old and withered.
Several more wrinkles appeared around his eyes and brow.
Even for a Nascent Soul, one hundred and sixty years of lifespan was by no means a small price to pay.
Shishanzi's expression was calm, completely unconcerned by his own aging.
"Let me see."
"Who is it, exactly?"
His eyes were grave as he stared into the smoke, awaiting the divination's result.
BUZZ.
The smoky image manifested by the tortoise shell divination suddenly shifted.
The scene within the smoke became murky and dim, like stirred paint. The dark-red continent representing Volcano State quickly vanished.
「A moment later.」
The smoke turned as black as if it had been steeped in thick ink, leaving only darkness.
