Prophet Mi wielded a wooden staff, lightly tapping a few times in the void.
Pop!
A layer of dark red blood-colored starlight undulated, floating in mid-air, resembling a sea of red stars.
Within it, countless starlights, some brilliant and bright, others dim and dull, constantly changed as if containing celestial secrets.
Prophet Mi lowered his staff, slightly closed his eyes, and began divination.
He had already anticipated that he might encounter difficulties.
However, if the divination target was Chen Yu, Prophet Mi was still willing to try, feeling vaguely that this child's fate had a significant impact on the Blood Race.
Besides, today he was merely divining Chen Yu's life and death.
After a long time, Prophet Mi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze like a solidified dark pool.
"Prophet Mi, what is the result?"
Young Ancestor Feng couldn't help but tense up, asking.
"Alive."
Prophet Mi said simply.
He was not surprised at all by this result.
