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In the realm of Tian Di Dong, there exist certain spiritual treasures that are inherently endowed with Fortune, capable of suppressing Fate. The Hong Clan possesses one, the Great Qin Ying Clan has another, and the Celestial Dao Gate each holds one or even two. Beyond that, he was unaware of others, but treasures akin to The Book of Radiant Path, which serve as a Dao Foundation, could undoubtedly suppress Fortune and enhance an individual, a faction, or even a dynasty's Fate.
Thus,
Gu's eyelid twitched incessantly. With two Dao Foundations within him, how powerful must his Fortune be? To occupy the Fortune of two Daoist Sects—what kind of responsibility would that entail?
Gu could not believe that Tiandong would offer a free lunch. Perhaps he ultimately could not escape the arrangements of fate; otherwise, the person destined to arise would have had everything planned out long ago.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, an involuntary chill crept up his spine, causing him to shudder and draw in a sharp breath.
Therefore, I am akin to Wei Guangming from that era; otherwise, the person destined to emerge or the crucial piece that all Daoist Masters focused on—Bu Luo—would not be sought after. If I had enough capital to resist Dao Zun, then perhaps it was not merely his father's influence that brought me here.
There was something he was unsure whether to speak of; perhaps it should not be said by him at all. Bu Luo and others might not know either.
He felt that when his master Yin Tianheng took him as a disciple, he must have sensed the immense Fortune within him—this was likely a prerequisite for resisting Dao Zun.
Boom!
Upon hearing those words, Gu felt as if his mind was shattering. Questions he had long hidden within himself finally found answers.
No wonder he encountered Yin Tianheng, who had seemingly vanished for two or three decades. No wonder Yin Tianheng decisively came to Tiandong City to support him. No wonder Yin Tianheng accepted him as a disciple. No wonder the Light Path Classic valued his opinions so highly.
Everything seemed to fall into place, all explained by the single word: Fortune.
I know that Tian Di Dong has some treasures that can suppress Fortune, and Master must have one hidden within his legs.
Could it be the Jinglie Heavenly Sword? Hong Ling speculated casually, explaining her reasoning to Gu. The Jinglie Heavenly Sword was originally known as the Splitting Heaven Sword, a name that came from Master Yin Tianheng after the Slaying Immortals incident. It spread through the cultivation world from who knows where, and from then on, it became famously known as the Jinglie Heavenly Sword. When he first saw that sword, he felt it was not an ordinary magic sword; even a False True Artifact could not compare to it.
Perhaps Master had mentioned that he had seen an avatar of Jing Dao Zun. He had said that he never underestimated the decisions that Jing Dao Zun had to make when surrounded back then.
Maybe Jing Dao Zun had already anticipated the situation for tomorrow. Throughout the long years of being a Dao Zun, he must have made preparations for what was to come. As a Transcendent Practitioner, they were beyond estimation.
Ah, Dao Zun.
Gu sighed. Meanwhile, Han Yu had finished playing his piece, and everyone else had gathered together to watch Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. and Pei Guidong play chess.
The clan leader of the Hong Clan needed to master a spell called Divination Technique, which could read the Fortune above the heads of the Easterners. His Ru Ming Divination Technique could read more Fortune than all others combined.
The Divination Technique was indeed the only method available to measure Fortune. Immortals lived long lives and would inevitably grasp such esoteric spells. One day, I will ascend to the heavenly realm; I should prepare early.
Was this an early warning? Was it for the Hong Clan, or for myself?
As a favor, I would help him once when he encounters trouble in a month; he doesn’t have many friends, but having someone like me as a friend should suffice for him in this life.
Gu grinned. He could somewhat understand Hong Ling's infatuation, though he had never experienced it personally. Just a slight nod—tomorrow's reminder might save him a life in a month.
He thought to himself that having someone like me as a confidante was truly a stroke of luck in three lifetimes.
I have changed a lot; I am no longer as gloomy as I used to be. Back then, I doubt anyone could see through my true feelings. I don't deny it. It was all pretense, but now it feels more genuine.
Isn't that right? With a master by my side, I feel a sense of reliance. Also, with Ru Ming's strength growing, I no longer feel like an insignificant ant, so I can afford to relax a bit.
Both of them gazed at their Heartless Person, recalling that moment in the Sky's End Tower when a mere mortal dared to snatch food from the jaws of a tiger with just a foundation-building level of cultivation.
The young calf fears the tiger, yet it doesn't play with its life. As they pondered this, both suddenly burst into laughter and then turned their attention to Mistake. In the past, I don't deny it; Hong Ling had shattered the tense atmosphere.
Mu Yu and Gan Yuan had gotten married. Just three days ago, before I headed to the academy, they appeared as if they were at the Peak of Golden Core cultivation outside Feiyuxuzong, looking much more refined. Gan Yuan was just an ordinary disciple without any background; Yuezi shouldn't be too upset.
Sometimes he felt that he might have wronged her, but Ru Ming thought about it and realized he was as innocent as a child. How could there be so many uncertainties in love? If there were not, then how could they endure through day and night? Ultimately, Bu Luo was just a beautiful dream shared between the two.
When the dream ended, everything came to a close.
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