A surge of seriousness filled Xiao Chen's eyes as his spiritual will seemed to dive into a bottomless abyss. However, the purple haze above his head remained visible, shining brilliantly like a pillar of destiny.
Within this purple shimmer, Xiao Chen realized that the essence of destiny was beginning to generate strains of blood qi. These strains, resembling maggots gnawing on bones, wrapped around the pillar, seemingly devouring the destiny of the Gu Yuan Tribe. Though inconspicuous at first glance, they were slowly sapping away the purple haze.
This pillar of destiny was the gathering essence of the entire Gu Yuan Tribe, and the will of the millions of tribe members. With its help, Xiao Chen could communicate with the spirit serpent of destiny and sense the thoughts in every tribe member's heart.