I picked up the scattered attributes

"The Great Prophet? I see!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xia immediately understood.

All the clues connected at that moment.

"This guy is probably trying to ambush me."

After a moment's thought, he smiled and said, "The Great Prophet is a master of the Way of Destiny. Using underhanded tactics from afar is his specialty. Huang Bai and his gang clearly ran away, but you managed to find them. This guy must have played a part in that."

"Now that I think about it, that's definitely true."

Yu Qianjue did not deny it, but nodded.

As array masters worshipped by the Demon God Palace, Huang Bai and his companions do indeed bear the mark of the Demon God Palace.

However, this kind of marking also has certain limitations.

If one ventures into dangerous or remote places, or goes too far from the Demon Capital and exceeds the range of perception, the mark will naturally lose its effect.

Since Huang Bai had already planned to flee in advance, he should have also considered this point.

Unfortunately, when he found these guys, they were all in the surrounding areas of the Demon Capital. Although they were some distance apart, they were not far away and were completely within the range of the mark's perception!

"It's likely that the Great Prophet intervened, interfering with their perception and causing them to misjudge the distance to some extent."

Feng Xia analyzed thoughtfully, "And the reason you had these guys captured was so that you could quietly and secretly attack me..."

"Um, excuse me for interrupting."

Yu Qianjue, halfway through the conversation, suddenly couldn't help but remind him, "That's true, but Fellow Daoist Feng, have you checked... what exactly the Great Prophet did to you?"

Feng Xia was stunned upon hearing this: "So that means..."

He fully unleashed his soul power, even activating the Creation Mystic Art, repeatedly altering his physical structure and meticulously examining his body, but still couldn't find the cause.

Not a trace whatsoever!

This seems quite strange.

"According to these guys, the Great Prophet used the methods of fate to weave a net around me through karmic entanglement, intending to control my destiny..."

But Feng Xia couldn't find any trace of it on herself!

"Could it be that the Great Prophet's methods are so advanced that they have exceeded my perception? Or is the Way of Destiny truly so formless and intangible?"

Feng Xia still couldn't quite believe it.

If this conjecture is true, then the so-called path of destiny is far too terrifying.

In the end, Feng Xia shrugged helplessly and chuckled, "Whether it is or not, it's always good to strengthen our defenses a little."

Thinking of this, he gave Yu Qianjue a slight nod, and then reopened the circular portal.

Target—Celestial Pattern Academy!

Some unknown place.

An old pangolin was panting heavily, its body covered in blood, its wounds scabbed over, and emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

Wherever he went, the grass, trees, soil, and stones automatically parted, as if a road had existed there from the very beginning.

"They finally escaped... Damn it! Who did this?" The Great Prophet's face was extremely grim as he muttered to himself, "We can't stay in this Western Demon Land anymore. I remember there's a secret passage that can take us around to the Eastern Emperor Continent..."

"Hmm? That guy's aura has reappeared?"

Suddenly, the Great Prophet paused slightly, a hint of surprise on his face: "Strange, a trace of the mark on his body still remains..."

Although it is quite dilapidated, the traces of the inescapable net are still there.

That means he still has a chance!

"This is too strange. Why didn't that powerful being who knew the destiny completely remove the mark? Or perhaps, the other party didn't want to get involved in this karma, so they left a sliver of hope?"

As the great prophet was wondering, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

An impact exactly the same as the one that had struck not long ago crossed the void and descended upon him out of nowhere!

"Damn it!! Why did that expert in the Dao of Fate make a move again?!"

The great prophet was severely injured; the divine light in his eyes dimmed, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood. In an instant, his life force plummeted to rock bottom!

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Chapter 0488

"what?"

As Feng Xia stepped into the ancient street, she suddenly frowned, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Just now... was there something?"

The moment he stepped into the ancient street, he felt as if he heard a faint voice in his ear.

Snapped!

The sound was quite faint, like a tiny soap bubble bursting.

If Feng Xia hadn't been on high alert beforehand and hadn't kept his guard up, he wouldn't have even noticed the voice.

"What on earth is it?"

After muttering something under his breath, Feng Xia pondered for a moment, then tried taking a step back, leaving the area of ​​the ancient street.

He waited in place for a few moments, fully arousing his senses, before stepping back into the ancient street area.

boo...

This time the sound was even softer.

"Strange!" Feng Xia frowned even more deeply. For a moment, he felt like he was being paranoid. "Did I hear wrong...? Could it be the Great Prophet playing tricks?"

Given his level of cultivation, it would be almost impossible for him to experience auditory hallucinations.

Unfortunately, the same thing happened twice in a row!

Feng Xia would never believe that there was absolutely no trickery involved.

“Try again!”

Feng Xia thought for a moment, then withdrew from the mysterious ancient street for the second time. Afterward, his powerful soul force erupted like mercury spilling onto the ground, and his Creation Profound Technique, with its ever-changing patterns, swept over every inch of his body like an intricately crafted machine.

But this time, he still found nothing.

"I'm probably just being a little paranoid."

In the end, Feng Xia shook his head helplessly.

He stepped into the mysterious ancient street for the third time, heading straight towards the Tianwen Academy.

"Sir, I have some questions about the principles of destiny that I would like to ask you!"

"You brat, you've only just learned the Way of Arrays, why are you already thinking about the Way of Destiny?!"

In another time and space, the teacher's voice, filled with shock and anger, rang out: "Ambitious but unrealistic! Incompetent and useless! Fine, I'll teach you then..."

……

"Damn it, is this an insult to an old man like me?"

After being struck by a sudden and devastating blow, the great prophet lay prostrate on the ground for a long time before finally regaining some strength, a shadow of gloom crossing his pale face.

It must be said that even he found it difficult to bear two consecutive traumas.

More importantly, if that mysterious expert hadn't deliberately humiliated him and hadn't directly tried to kill him, he might not have even had a chance to survive!

Yes.

To the great prophet, this was undoubtedly a blatant insult!

The opponent clearly had the ability to kill him in one blow, yet repeatedly left him a sliver of hope, preventing him from being completely and fatally wounded. What else could this be but a humiliation?

"No matter who you are, you'll regret it someday!"

Taking a deep breath, he took out many precious medicines and swallowed them, barely suppressing his injuries. Only then did the Great Prophet stagger forward.

He knew that there was an ancient teleportation array in this mountain forest.

This hidden teleportation array was built seven hundred years ago. According to the Great Prophet's investigation, it does not belong to any of the recorded ones, and compared with those that are known, its construction method is quite crude and simple, and its scale is far smaller.

Therefore, the great prophet suspected...

The builders of this teleportation array were not the major powers that orchestrated the great migration seven hundred years ago!

It likely belongs to a smaller faction that secretly built a hidden teleportation array—perhaps to leave a glimmer of hope, or perhaps to quietly carve out its own share of the spoils right under the noses of the major powers!

Judging from the dust and signs of its long absence, this teleportation array has not been activated for over seven hundred years.

"Now...it belongs to this old man."

The great prophet walked into the depths of the forest, and soon his gaze fell upon two giant trees.

The great prophet continued forward, and as he passed between two trees, his figure suddenly vanished and reappeared in another space.

Right in the very center of this space stood a small altar.

Compared to the magnificent teleportation altar in the underground cave, this one in front of us looks far too shabby.

However, for the great prophet, this was more than enough.