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.

wasn’t a madman. He was a fool!

what you get for being a poser! Now you’ve got what you deserve. Hahaha, you’ve really made my

Sylvia was speechless.

by the lightning, she didn’t feel much pain, just a sense

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to being under divine protection,

to the sixth layer of the Thundercloud Marsh. Hundreds of lightning bolts had struck down simultaneously, yet not a single

great the opportunity, it couldn’t be squandered

appeared before you, assuring you that with his protection, your luck would be

jump off an

dying moment, you ask, “But you said my luck was unbeatable. Why did I still

deity couldn’t

this how luck is

death with your actions. Even the greatest stroke

the deity was

the situation Emrys found

not only didn’t feel heartache for Emrys but

merely

strength, she would still admire them. No, the word “admire” shouldn’t be used. It was more like a psychological attachment to

had probably been subtly influenced