Massive golden characters floated in the air, shining brilliantly.
The Song Clan Members all raised their heads in unspoken unison, surprise emerging in their hearts.
Song Changsheng's dharma edict had been condensed and written using the family's collective Power of Luck. Any cultivator connected to the Song Clan's luck—such as family retainers and the affiliated forces below—would sense it as long as they were within a certain range.
This was a unique application of the [Luck/Fortune Law], something he had discovered while reading through the texts left behind by the Eastern Heaven Chen Clan. This was his first time using it, and his command of it was still rather rudimentary. At present, the only region he could directly affect was Ling Province; beyond that, everything became exceedingly vague.
For now, it seemed rather like chicken ribs. After all, with his current cultivation, if he employed a sound-wave divine ability, his voice could nearly spread throughout Ling Province as well.
By comparison, using this method also consumed a thread of the Power of Luck, making it seem utterly not worth the cost.
But if this method were cultivated to the realm of Great Perfection, it could almost disregard distance entirely. The implications of that would be completely different.
Besides that, the dharma edict had other wondrous uses, though they still awaited discovery.
A quarter of an hour after the dharma edict appeared, the characters slowly shrank, finally condensing into a small scroll that drifted lightly down into Song Changsheng's hand.
It felt somewhat like silk to the touch. He gently tugged at it and found it exceptionally tough, somewhat like beast skin. A strange power was also contained within it, and holding it gave him a feeling of bloodline connection.
"A product of the Heavenly Dao's rules?" Song Changsheng carefully put