An unpredictable future
This was the first time Ling Chuxi had seen Dongfang Yi use the technique of destiny. Only then did she understand why he would vomit three liters of blood every time he used it. This technique of destiny was completely performed by using divine sense, so the damage to the divine sense was naturally imaginable.
Ling Chuxi stole a glance at her mother, who was standing behind Dongfang Yi, and her eyes became wet again. In order to protect her, her mother had used the Art of Destiny countless times and had suffered countless injuries.
After staring at the spirit spring for a long time, Dongfang Yi frowned and his expression became more and more serious. Obviously, the scene reflected by the spirit spring was too blurry, and he couldn't see what it was.