Lu Fengyao activated the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror and whispered, “Lunar Light!”

The Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror floated into the air automatically, transforming into a wheel of 'Lunar Origin', shooting beams of light onto the Mist.

However, this 'Lunar Origin' was somewhat small, and the Power of Origin it released was far inferior to the true Lunar Origin.

Saintess Xianlian said, "Back then, this mirror was activated by an ancestor of the Dao Venerable 8th Realm. It is said that at that time, a second Lunar Origin appeared in the sky above the Southern Continent, and the two origins reflected each other, forming a spectacular sight."

The power of a Dao Venerable 8th Realm expert was incomparably stronger than Lu Fengyao's, so the effect of activating the magical artifact was naturally different.

This also goes to show that the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror is of a very high grade and is not an ordinary magical artifact.

Lu Fengyao did not speak; she was putting all her effort into activating the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror.

The light shone upon the Mist, and gradually, small points of light appeared on the 'Lunar Origin' that had been manifested.

The small points of light were magnified, revealing their true appearance; they really looked just like small bugs.

These Soul Bugs were thousands and tens of thousands of times smaller than a strand of hair, so they were completely invisible.

Saintess Xianlian exclaimed, "They are so small! The Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror is truly amazing to be able to find something so tiny."

As she said this, she couldn't help but glance at Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu had discovered these Soul Bugs relying solely on his own abilities.

Compared to Lu Fengyao's methods, Lin Moyu was even more mysterious and unfathomable.

Lin Moyu asked, "Do you have any magical artifacts related to the Dao of Life?"

Saintess Xianlian thought for a moment and took out a pure white lotus, "This white lotus contains the power of the Dao of Life."

Lu Fengyao also took out a magical artifact; it looked like a cluster of cotton wadding, and powerful vitality flowed across it as well.

Lin Moyu said, "These Soul Bugs live with death energy all year round and are afraid of abundant vitality."

"Once you leave the Mist, you can use these artifacts to deal with them."

"However, do not use them now. These guys are likely dormant, and you might accidentally cause them to attack en masse."

Saintess Xianlian looked at Lin Moyu with her beautiful eyes. Since Lin Moyu said this, it was obvious he had already tried it, but he hadn't mentioned it before, only revealing it now.

As for why he didn't say it earlier, it was easy to understand; if they hadn't come, there would have been no need to mention it.

Lu Fengyao put away the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror, "I originally wanted to try and see if I could eliminate them, but now it seems it's better to forget it."

Saintess Xianlian said, "If these bugs can really devour luck, then once their numbers increase, it will be very troublesome."

The vitality within the artifacts in their hands was also limited, not infinite.

Lin Moyu smiled, "Alright, I have said everything I know. Let's go in; we have no way back now."

No way back?

The two of them instinctively looked back and discovered that the canyon behind them had disappeared, and they didn't know where the mountain they had arrived on had gone.

Now, there was only one path for them to take.

Lin Moyu was the first to walk toward the Mist, and before entering, he waved his hand, "I hope we can meet inside."

Lin Moyu entered the Mist. The moment he stepped in, Saintess Xianlian and Lu Fengyao lost their ability to sense him.

The Mist obscured everything; they couldn't sense anything.

Saintess Xianlian said, "Let's go in too."

Lu Fengyao nodded, "Let's go. Good luck."

The two smiled at each other and entered the Mist together.

The instant they entered the Mist, their spiritual senses seemed to lose their effectiveness; they could not see with their eyes or hear with their ears.

Lu Fengyao had only taken two steps inside when she tried to retreat, returning the way she came.

As a result, after taking a few steps back, she was still in the Mist; there was no way to retreat.

Helpless, she could only choose to continue moving forward.

Just as Lin Moyu had said, no matter which direction you chose in the Mist, the result was about the same. You simply couldn't determine where you would end up; everything depended on luck.

Saintess Xianlian made almost the same attempt as Lu Fengyao, and the result was the same.

In the Mist, one could only rely on luck.

Lin Moyu stood in the Mist, motionless.

Under the Eye of the Undead, he could clearly see the Soul Bugs.

A large number of Soul Bugs had already attached themselves to his body—or, to be precise, to his divine light and death energy.

The mouths of the Soul Bugs were vibrating constantly, as if they were devouring his luck.

As luck decreased, his fortune would also decline accordingly.

Although Lin Moyu could not see his luck, he could clearly see his fortune through the Luck Explosion Technique.

He activated the Luck Explosion Technique and clearly saw that his fortune value was as high as 95, glowing a dazzling, vibrant red, pulsing before his eyes.

Lin Moyu stood motionless, waiting quietly.

During this time, he discovered that the Soul Bugs did not attach themselves indefinitely; after reaching a certain number, they would stop coming.

"Do they have consciousness? Or are they following some kind of rule?"

Lin Moyu speculated in his heart.

He did not move forward but chose to continue waiting.

After waiting for about five minutes, his fortune value silently dropped from 95 to 94.

His fortune had dropped by one point, which meant his luck had decreased.

"As expected, my guess was right; these Soul Bugs really do devour luck."

"The Cloud Mist Sect of the past was truly formidable to be able to create such a miraculous technique."

"Starting from fortune to touch the Great Dao of Luck—geniuses are truly everywhere."

Lin Moyu muttered to himself. He felt that the predecessor in the Cloud Mist Sect of the Great World who had created this technique was truly a genius among geniuses.

To be able to present the ethereal and elusive concept of fortune in such an intuitive way.

Even in the Origin Continent, no one could do this.

Even the heritage of the Cloud Mist Sect could allow Mist to enter the Dao directly through luck.

Those who enter the Dao through the Power of Void are also extremely rare in the Origin Continent.

From this, one can see what kind of golden age the Great World was back then—geniuses emerged in large numbers, and fortune flourished.

It is a pity that it eventually suffered a great disaster.

Standing at different heights, one's view of things will be different.

From Lin Moyu's current level, the Great World suffering such a disaster was not purely a matter of causality; it might also have involved the element of luck.

The luck of the Great World was too strong, strong to the extreme, until the Great World itself could no longer bear it; when things reach an extreme, they reverse.

While Lin Moyu was pondering, his own fortune dropped by another point, from 94 to 93, and then to 92.

Lin Moyu calculated the time, "About right, every ten minutes, the fortune value drops by one point."

"This also shows that the rate of luck reduction is constant; at least here, it won't get faster."

"Thirty minutes have passed; they should have left by now, and I can start acting."

In the Mist, Lin Moyu revealed a slight smile.

He didn't leave; performing experiments was only part of it, but more importantly, he had taken a liking to these Soul Bugs.

But he wasn't sure if his actions would lead to any bad consequences.

So he had to wait for Saintess Xianlian and Lu Fengyao to leave before taking action.

He could be indifferent to Saintess Xianlian's life or death, but not Lu Fengyao's.

There was another reason: Lin Moyu did not want to expose his trump cards.

Calculating the time, the two should have left, so he had nothing to worry about.

"Let's see whether you can devour, or they can devour!"

With a flick of his finger, the Mist began to churn violently, and the Bone Hell emerged.

A spark of fire appeared in the Mist, which was full of divine light and death energy, and the temperature rose sharply.

Magma fell like a waterfall, pouring into the Mist; the Mist rolled but remained unmoved.

These Mists were not afraid of the high temperature of the magma at all, and neither were the Soul Bugs inside.

Lin Moyu was not surprised; the ones truly taking action were not the magma, but the Hell Fierce Spirits.

The Hell Fierce Spirits eat everything and devour everything. Lin Moyu wanted to see if the Hell Fierce Spirits could devour the Mist, along with the Soul Bugs inside.

Following his will, the Hell Fierce Spirits rushed out of the magma and began to gulp down the Mist, not sparing even the Soul Bugs within it.

In the Mist, besides the Soul Bugs, there were also divine light and death energy; the Hell Fierce Spirits did not spare them either.

Everything that could be seen and touched, and everything that could not be seen or touched, they could devour.

As for whether they could digest it in the end, that was another matter.

The Eye of the Undead swept across, and a terrifying soul shock rampaged through the Mist.

Lin Moyu clearly felt that the Soul Bugs trembled a few times when hit by the soul power impact.

However, it was only a tremor; the soul shock had no effect on them.

In the blink of an eye, the Hell Fierce Spirits devoured a large area of Mist, but in the next instant, more Mist surged over; there was no sign of it decreasing at all.

"Is it because there are too many?"

Lin Moyu's heart stirred, and the range of the Bone Hell expanded directly to its limit, covering a radius of 1,000 kilometers.

The sky and the ground were all covered by the Bone Hell.

A million Hell Fierce Spirits attacked simultaneously, and the speed of devouring further increased.

But the result remained the same; the Mist still showed no signs of decreasing.

No matter how much Mist the Hell Fierce Spirits devoured, the Mist remained just as thick.

Lin Moyu could not see with his naked eye and could only make a preliminary judgment through the Eye of the Undead.

"It seems the Bone Hell is helpless against the Mist here."

"A prehistoric sect, a sect that possessed experts surpassing the Dao Venerable Realm, is indeed not something that can be easily dealt with."

Just as the Hell Fierce Spirits were devouring frantically, Lin Moyu's fortune dropped from 92 to 90, and it was about to fall below the 90 mark.

This meant that his luck had decreased again.

After confirming that the Bone Hell was useless, Lin Moyu put it away.

"Try the second one!"

With a thought, bursts of Buddhist chanting appeared.

A Buddha Kingdom Lich of the Dao Venerable 3rd Realm appeared by his side, and waves of Buddhist chanting resounded throughout the world of Mist.

The Buddha Kingdom Lich carried three halos, its entire body was a brilliant golden statue, looking solemn and dignified, chanting the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Technique: Deliverance!

Infinite golden light shot out, illuminating the Mist; Lin Moyu's second step was to try to use the Buddha Kingdom Lich to forcibly convert these Soul Bugs.

If successful, the Soul Bugs could become members of the Eternal Buddha Kingdom and provide power to the Buddha Kingdom Lich.

The golden light was brilliant, but the countless Soul Bugs were completely unmoved.

The conversion failed; these Soul Bugs could not be converted at all.

Lin Moyu sighed helplessly and put the Buddha Kingdom Lich away.

"There is only one method left!"