The Rich Cultivator

"It’s been two months since we arrived in the Abyss. Any updates on our mission?" Tyler asked as he walked alongside the Grandmaster, the icy wind howling around them.

The Grandmaster, a middle-aged man with a composed expression, nodded. "The only way to track someone in the Abyss is through divination. We have already asked our Divination Master to locate Miss Astrid and Miss Lily."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Divination? How exactly does that work?"

The Grandmaster explained, "We use their hair, their used belongings—anything that has their essence attached to it—to pinpoint their location. With that, we can track them within the Abyss."

Tyler frowned. "Using hair and their used items? That sounds more like a curse than divination."

The Grandmaster coughed awkwardly. "Well... it is a curse, technically speaking."

Tyler gave him a blank stare.

Sensing the skepticism, the Grandmaster quickly clarified, "Divination is quite difficult to perform in the Abyss, but curses, on the other hand, are amplified here. Don’t worry—the curse we use is harmless. It will only cause a mild sensation, like an itch on the pinky finger. When the curse is applied, we will be able to pinpoint their exact location."

Tyler exhaled, crossing his arms. "So, you’re saying the Abyss enhances curses? That sounds... concerning."

The Grandmaster nodded. "Indeed. That’s why we use a controlled curse for tracking rather than something harmful. The amplification effect in the Abyss makes our method much more effective than normal divination techniques."

"Alright," Tyler said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "As long as there are no side effects, I guess it’s fine."