Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

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, I 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.

“Go!”

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 frame as 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 game of chance.

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.

madman. He was a fool!

a poser! Now you’ve got what you deserve. Hahaha, you’ve really

Sylvia was speechless.

Emrys being consumed by the lightning, she didn’t feel much pain, just a sense of

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the Ultimate Lucky One symbolized a kind of luck, akin to being under divine protection, which could largely help one avoid major calamities.

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

how great the opportunity, it couldn’t be squandered like this!

was as if one day, a deity suddenly appeared before you, assuring you that with his

jump off an eighteen–story building

you ask, “But you said my luck was unbeatable. Why

deity couldn’t answer

this how luck is

practically begging for death with your actions. Even the greatest stroke of

deity was left speechless.

the situation

for Emrys but

liking for Emrys was superficial, merely because

them. No, the word “admire” shouldn’t be used. It was more

had probably been subtly influenced