Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2499: Chapter 20: Toy

Within the celestial fog.

Mr. Witch held a Wolf Demon skull, judging the direction of the fog based on the cracks on the skull.

He wanted to pierce through the fog to see what was hidden within.

These days, he had been pondering day and night, his mind consumed by the stretch of chaotic fog that obscured all sight.

The rise of matter must have a beginning.

The Heavenly secret must have signs, and causality must also leave traces.

This fog cannot have been laid down without reason.

If his guesses were correct, this fog was a type of ”Seal,” sealing away some unspeakable secrets, or even a... grand opportunity.

At this thought, Mr. Witch felt a burning sensation in his heart.

He had also suspected that this ”fog” might actually be a trap, set to harm him.

Otherwise, it couldn’t be such a coincidence that the Sect Leader’s nephew from the Canglang Sect died, and when he calculated the murderer, he happened to calculate to this fog.

But after he carefully considered it, he felt it couldn’t be right.

If it were a trap, he would have already ”died” upon entering the fog; after all, those able to lay down such celestial fog would be great powers, who could easily use Causality Skill to curse him, as simple as crushing an ant.

But he hadn’t died; he was very much alive.

This proved that the great power who laid down this celestial fog was no longer present.

Or perhaps, he only intended to seal secrets with the fog, but not to kill.

This way, the fog was safe, and he could explore it as he pleased.

If he could find a way to penetrate the fog, he might uncover its truth and even have a great chance to discover the ”opportunity” left by the Heavenly Mechanism Great Power within the fog.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As for the owner of this ”fog”...

Mr. Witch reviewed the causes and consequences of this matter, and came to his own guess:

The owner of this fog was most likely an ignorant ”lucky one.”

Possessing a mountain of treasures without knowing it, carrying the ultimate Heavenly secret legacy but unable to use it, holding a great opportunity yet being obliviously ignorant.

For unknown reasons, he had killed the Sect Leader’s nephew, and coincidentally, Mr. Witch calculated the causality to this event, allowing him to discover the fog within his Life Chart and the great opportunity he carried.

This was unfortunate for the boy.

And fortunately, it was Mr. Witch’s great luck.

Once he broke through the fog and understood his foundation, he could seize his fortune and grab his opportunity.

In this world, Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators were rare.

The legacy of the Heavenly secret was truly exceptional.

This was the Heavenly Dao’s gift for his hard cultivation of the ”Skill of Causality,” a once-in-a-lifetime chance that must be seized.

Mr. Witch’s expression was resolute.

But the celestial fog, in its depth and heaviness, was unlike anything he had seen in his life.

Until the Wolf Demon skull in his hand was full of cracks and completely shattered, yet he still couldn’t find a method to break through the fog.

”Seeking great opportunity cannot happen overnight...”

Mr. Witch firmly thought.

He began to break away from the evil methods, withdrawing from the fog, never sensing any dissonance.

Until his Divine Thought withdrew from the fog and returned to the Sea of Consciousness, merging with his body.

A sudden chill inexplicably sprouted from the depths of his heart.

Following was an uncontrollable depression, regret, and desolation.

Mr. Witch suddenly didn’t know why he was living, or what the use of his life was.

He felt his life was a fog, just like the celestial fog he had seen earlier, without direction.

Nothing he did had any meaning.

Nothing he did had any value.

”Maybe... dying is easier? Dying... would be liberation...”

Once this thought emerged, it spread like wildfire through Mr. Witch’s heart, growing ever more intense.

Mr. Witch’s pupils began to dilate.

He trembled as he drew a dagger to cut his throat.

The dagger was poisoned, and Mr. Witch stabbed several times, slicing his neck’s skin open, and blood flowed down.

The poison seeped into his blood, delivering a cold sting.

The originally muddled Mr. Witch suddenly awakened, noticing the dagger in his hand, the blood on the dagger, the poison in the blood, and the sting on his neck, his heart full of fear:

”What am I doing?!”

But the poison had already started to take effect, with a growing sense of numbness.

Mr. Witch hurriedly struggled, pulling out a bottle of Pills from his Storage Bag, trembling as he stuffed a Pill into his mouth, then immediately sat in meditation to expel the poison and heal his wounds.

After a long while, the toxicity retreated, and the blood marks on his neck gradually healed.

Only then did Mr. Witch’s nerves finally settle, his heart still in shock:

”What... happened?”

”I... got caught?”

”Is there hidden danger within the fog? Is someone trying to kill me?”

Mr. Witch frowned in deep thought, recounting the events of entering the fog from start to finish, then shaking his head, feeling it was still not right.

Intangible and formless, inducing suicide.

Such bizarre causality methods, he had never seen before, never heard of, nor perceived any mediators of causality or signs.

If there truly was an advanced method by Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators, their power would be formidable, killing him like retrieving objects from a bag.

But now that he wasn’t dead, it proved it wasn’t a ”master” trying to kill him.

There must be another reason for this...

”But what is this reason?”

”Why did I harbor ’death’ thoughts? Why would I even, in a fog, cut my own throat?”

Mr. Witch pondered deeply, unable to understand.

This causality method truly exceeded his understanding.

In the end, Mr. Witch could only attribute all this to the ”celestial fog” laid down by an expert.