Within the quiet room.
An eerie and tense atmosphere filled the air.
Qi Yun formed a Spell, and wisps of faint, blood-red light coiled around his fingertips.
His eyes took on a faint, bloody sheen.
The scenery before him began to blur and distort. The world seemed to be stripped of its vivid colors, leaving only shades of black, white, and gray.
Upon that bleak canvas, a few extremely blurry, constantly twisting and morphing lines and shapes began to emerge.
These outlines seemed to represent the hidden karmic ties and omens of fortune and misfortune.
However, the vision was too hazy, as if viewed through a thick, constantly shifting layer of murky fog.
'Is this... the secrets of fate and karma?' Gazing at the strange vision before him, Qi Yun tried to focus his mind and divine his fortune for the next three days.
As he focused his thoughts, the blurry lines and patches of color began to converge on him, barely sketching out a rough, constantly shifting outline.
