Chapter 812 Into The Grey Mist
Cultivators, by their very nature, defied the heavens and changed their fate against all odds. No opportunity
would ever fall into their laps without reason. Everything had to be fought for by themselves.
“I, Emrys, have never known fear in my life. Today, | will see who is playing tricks inside!”
Suddenly, a surge of determination crupted within Emrys. In the final moment, he chose to trust his gut feeling.
He decided to grit his teeth and take the risk.
“Gol”
Emrys seemed to have plunged into a state of madness. With a reckless leap, he hurled himself toward the gray
mist, much like a moth drawn to a flame.
“If I'm to die, then so be it!”
Lightning pierced through Emrys’s body in an instant, illuminating his skeletal fras if it were an X-ray.
The onlookers were momentarily at a loss for words.
Surrounding that swath of gray mist, crimson lightning crackled menacingly. Even their chancellor dared not
approach, for it was no longer a mere gof chance.
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As long as one dared to venture within, they were certain to encounter lightning and thunder.
However, Emrys, the naive fool, acted as if he was seeking his own doom, charging headlong into the situation.
As everyone had predicted, he ended up getting struck by lightning.
He wasn’t a madman. He was a fool!
Cameron roared with unparalleled satisfaction, “Ha, that’s what you get for being a poser! Now you've got what
you deserve. Hahaha, you've really made my day!”
Sylvia was speechless.
Seeing Emrys being consumed by the lightning, she didn’t feel much pain, just a sense of speechlessness.
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Being the Ultimate Lucky One symbolized a kind of luck, akin to being under divine protection, which could
largely help one avoid major calamities.
Just a moment ago, Emrys had ventured all the way to the sixth layer of the Thundercloud Marsh. Hundreds of
lightning bolts had struck down simultaneously, yet not a single one had harmed him in the slightest. This was a
testament to his extraordinary luck and a clear demonstration of his lucky chance.
However, no matter how great the opportunity, it couldn't be squandered like this!
It was as if one day, a deity suddenly appeared before you, assuring you that with his protection, your luck would
be unmatched. You responded to him, “Is that so?”
Then you jump off an eighteen-story building and died.
In your dying moment, you ask, “But you said my luck was unbeatable. Why did I still die?”
The deity couldn't answer you.
Was this how luck is used?
You were practically begging for death with your actions. Even the greatest stroke of luck couldn't save you now!
Even the deity was left speechless.
Wasn't this exactly the situation Emrys found himself in?
Sylvia not only didn’t feel heartache for Emrys but even inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
Her liking for Emrys was superficial, merely because Emrys was stronger than her.
In other words, if it were another person with Emrys’s luck and strength, she would still admire them. No, the
word “admire” shouldn't be used. It was more like a psychological attachment to the strong.
She had probably been subtly influenced by Ameera.
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If there was anyone who genuinely worried for Emrys, it was probably only Ninette. The moment she saw Emrys
struck by lightning, it felt as if a sharp thorn had pierced her heart. The pain was excruciating.
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Her pretty face suddenly turned deathly pale.
“Ry...”
“D*mn it!”
Even Emrys, a young man of high caliber and positivity, couldn't help but let out a curse in the face of those
lightning bolts.
It hurt so much that he lost his consciousness.
Then, a deep male voice echoed in his cars, “So you actually managed to enter. Not too shabby, just as expected
from...”
The man didn’t continue speaking.
Emrys couldn't hear anymore anyway.
In the moment those lightning bolts pierced his body, he felt as if his soul was drifting away. His head was in a
daze, and even now, he was still bewildered.
Hence, when the man’s voice carried over, it resonated like a steady hum.