Seven-Arrow Nail-Head Book

Zhao Gongming lay on the jade couch, his face ashen. A wisp of black qi coiled faintly between his brows.

The black qi was deeply unnatural.

Di Xin stood before the jade couch and slowly extended his right hand.

He closed his eyes and sank his mind into the Human Dao River.

In an instant, the Black Golden Xuan Bird cried out above Chaoge.

Across the Nine Provinces, countless cities, passes, fields, and rivers seemed to light up with golden radiance at once.

It was the collective will of Great Shang's countless people.

It was the fortune the dynasty had amassed over centuries.

And it was the supreme authority of the Human Emperor.

Golden fortune descended from the void, taking the form of Golden Dragons of Luck that circled Di Xin.

Di Xin raised his hand and pressed down.

A boundless tide of Human Emperor's Fortune poured into Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming's body shuddered violently.

His waning Primordial Spirit came alive as though a withered tree had met spring, bursting with vitality in an instant.

Color quickly returned to his pale face.

His Three Flowers, nearly extinguished, gathered anew. The Twenty-Four Sea-Calming Pearls also rang out clearly within his Sea of Consciousness.

Joy appeared on the faces of everyone in the hall.

"It's working!"

Qiong Xiao could not help stepping forward.

But in the next moment, Di Xin suddenly frowned.

Human Emperor's Fortune rushed through every limb and bone of Zhao Gongming's body like a surging river.

Yet the black qi hidden deep within his Primordial Spirit was like a nail driven into the source of the Great Dao. No matter how the golden fortune washed over it, it would not dissipate.

Worse still.

Under the impact of the fortune, the black qi contracted slightly, then gathered together again.

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