In the valley, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

Everyone's gaze, greedy, fearful, gloating, worried, was focused on Mingxi and the last remaining silver Pet Egg.

The young man, whose original name was Yamamoto Ichiro and whose Xiao Li Country name was Edinburgh, hid in the crowd, a barely perceptible sinister smile on the corner of his lips.

“Mingxi, hurry up!”

Crooked, slanted words were shoved in front of Mingxi, carrying undisguised malice even as mere text.

The one speaking was precisely that accursed fellow, one of the most miserable individuals present, who, driven by the mindset that if he wasn't well, no one else should be either, eagerly jumped out and wrote: “You're dawdling, don't tell me you want to go back on your word?”

“That's right! Stop dawdling! We've been trapped in this valley for four days! If we don't leave soon, we might not even know when the secret realm passage appears!”

“Exactly! Stop dilly-dallying.”

“Hurry up.”

“Don't forget we all signed an agreement!”

Although no sound could be heard, with so many people, the mixed and varied auras still created considerable commotion.

Many Beast Tamers, whose mental states were unbalanced by negative effects, or who were Yamamoto Ichiro's people, puppets he secretly guided, or simply those who were jealous or disliked Mingxi, all chimed in, with waves of text rising higher and higher.

Fear and greed made them lose their basic judgment, only wanting to quickly resolve this most troublesome issue so they could leave safely.

Golden Ingot Eight stood in front of Mingxi, their gazes cold, the atmosphere on the verge of Impact.

Edinburgh, hidden in the crowd, looked at Mingxi, who was being denounced by thousands, and sneered inwardly: “Hmph, a genius? A monster? In the face of absolute death rules, you will still turn to dust!

Once you die, all your rare pets will be taken over by my Descent Organization... And because of you, I will become a core member of the organization, and even hope to contend for the honor of Holy Son!”

However, Mingxi, at the center of the storm, had an unusually calm expression.

She even had the leisure to gently pat the Golden Yuanbao blocking her way, signaling it to remain calm.

Her gaze swept over the noisy crowd, landing precisely on the chaotic vortex-patterned black egg, her eyes sharp as knives, yet filled with the same focused and ardent gaze a researcher would give a precious experimental sample.

Edinburgh's heart inexplicably skipped a beat: This reaction isn't right! Shouldn't she be afraid, despairing, struggling? How could she have such... an eager expression?

“Quiet.” Mingxi quickly wrote two words, yet they seemed to carry a strange penetrative and deterrent power, instantly suppressing all the waves of text.

“I never said I wouldn't open it? What's the fuss about?”

Her so readily agreeing, instead, stunned those who were clamoring, their prepared arguments stuck in their throats.

Mingxi walked step by step towards the chaotic dead egg, her steps steady, without the slightest hint of panic.

Her mind was racing: “The person behind this has considerable power, ninety-nine percent likely from the Descent Organization, the remaining zero-point-one percent being a dark hand from some country.”

“Trying to kill with a borrowed knife?”

“Unfortunately, they don't know that I was just worried about not finding a suitable sample; I quietly experimented a few times just now and have already initially grasped ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the method of modifying the egg's patterns! I just need to try again!”

‘In the deepest depths of ultimate chaos, there also lies the opportunity to reshape order.’

Theoretically, if one could use sufficiently strong spiritual power and precise energy guidance to modify the vortex patterns before they reached a critical point, outlining patterns of ‘order, creation, and inclusion,’ perhaps one could reverse the inevitable fate of death, and even... transform it into an unprecedented great opportunity!

Of course, for now, this was still just her conjecture.

An utterly insane conjecture!

Success rate?

How can such an elegant matter as deciphering and exploring be discussed in terms of success rate?

Under everyone's gazes, some anticipating her death, some pitying, some simply watching the show, Mingxi walked towards the silver egg.

Golden Ingot Eight, meanwhile, vigilantly watched the other Beast Tamers and their pets, to prevent them from launching an attack while Mingxi was unprepared.

Mingxi finally stood before the silver egg. This egg was even larger than any of the Pet Egg fate blind boxes she had opened before.

It was roughly the same height as Mingxi, and she didn't know what kind of pet's egg it was.

Pet Eggs that are naturally this large are not common.

Aside from the egg itself, the egg patterns attached to it were also quite unique.

Just standing in front of it, an extreme coldness and deathly aura assailed her, as if even her soul would be frozen and sucked in.

She did not, like others, close her eyes, grit her teeth, and abruptly reach out to touch it, but instead slowly, and extremely gently, hovered her fair palm about an inch above the eggshell's surface.

“What is she doing? Waiting to die?”

“Playing mind games!”

The others exchanged glances, a mix of tension, anticipation, and excitement, their eyes fixed on Mingxi.

Just then, a brilliant, starlike mental light suddenly erupted from Mingxi's eyes!

“Drawing Spirit!”

She mentally roared, and powerful mental energy surged out like a tide, not as a crude Impact, nor condensed into the previous Drawing Brush, but transforming into countless mental carving knives, finer than hair, precisely piercing towards the constantly flowing, light-devouring chaotic vortex patterns on the eggshell's surface.

Modifying the patterns with the Drawing Brush simultaneously had already been ruled out.

Because she was certain and confident that she couldn't conjure a large number of Drawing Brushes to simultaneously modify those critical nodes.

So she could only change her approach.

Change the method.

“Buzz—!”

The Pet Egg vibrated violently.

The chaotic vortex patterns seemed like an enraged fierce beast, erupting with an even more terrifying suction force, frantically pulling, devouring, and distorting Mingxi's mental power.

Mingxi's body swayed sharply, her face instantly turning ashen, veins throbbing on her forehead, and fine beads of sweat oozing out.

“Oh no! This egg is even more chaotic, more complex, and contains more energy than all the previous fate blind boxes combined!”

Mingxi instinctively began to circulate her Breathing Method.

The rhythm of the mental carving knives became incredibly long and peculiar, and her aura instantly solidified like a mountain, forcefully resisting the soul-level tearing force and stabilizing the output channel of her mental power.

Even so.

It was difficult!

Too difficult!

That chaotic vortex seemed to contain the true power of destiny, and trying to modify them was akin to defying the heavens.

Every time Mingxi's mental carving knife descended, it was like fighting against the malice of the entire world!

Her mental power was being consumed at an unprecedented rate, and her brain felt a stinging pain.

But her gaze remained firm, even growing brighter!

Her fingertips trembled slightly, guiding the countless mental carving knives to operate along an incredibly profound trajectory, beyond the observation of the naked eye.

Forcibly smoothing out the wildly spinning vortex!

Lighting up stars in the dark center that devoured everything!

Outlining the branches of life on the edges of the patterns of annihilation!

Defining the baseline of orientation in the chaotic currents!