The Power of Destiny was something extraordinarily profound, even in a fantasy world.
Before Wang Rui transmigrated, he had not been some enthusiast of mysticism. He knew nothing about things like the I Ching or the Eight Trigrams from his original world. Only after transmigrating and gaining an extra eye on his forehead, then slowly exploring it himself, did he come to understand how to use this power.
He roughly divided the world seen through the Eye of Destiny into two parts: "fate" and "fortune."
"Fate" was like spider silk, linking people to other people and people to things. It was roughly equivalent to karma and affinity, while the nodes formed by those interwoven threads were the things that had happened and would happen to an individual.
"Fortune" was the fortune of a nation, region, or individual—a more general direction of development, like drifting, flowing mist of different colors. Its most direct manifestation was that the amount of mist affected how good or bad one's luck was.
Fortune and fate complemented each other and were inseparable. Fortune could influence what fate brought about, while fate could also alter fortune.
Yet that purple-haired, red-clad senior only had threads of karma connecting her to others. She lacked the mist of light around ordinary people that represented fortune.
That meant she was touched by karma, yet possessed no fortune of her own.
That was far too strange.
Wang Rui frowned. Even the unluckiest person would have fortune mist wrapped around them.
He had seen a similar situation before—the ultimate unlucky fellow from Star Luo, Heavenly Fiend Douluo Huang Jinxu. His martial soul was something utterly absurd: the Heavenly Fiend Lone Star in the sky. Huang Jinxu's mother died after giving birth to him, his father died when he was eight, and later, all