"Legend has it..."
Wei Qingye gazed up at the cloudless sky, as though he could see, far beyond, that sword mountain thrust straight into the scar of the azure heavens.
"At certain times, tears of the azure heavens appear in this sky. They are actually fragments fallen from the Sky Vein, some large, some small."
"It is the only celestial phenomenon in this land, which has remained almost unchanged since time immemorial and knows neither rain nor snow, wind nor frost. Though they trail dazzling light as they fall, the moment they truly descend, they suddenly shift locations."
"Legend says that anyone who obtains a Sky Vein Shard can gain divine abilities and gifts beyond the reach of ordinary people."
Those great divine abilities had been left behind when the patriarchs of the Five Regions—east, south, west, north, and center—set the world in order. "Back when I was at the Qi Refinement stage, I was fortunate enough to be struck by a Sky Vein Shard and survive."
"This legend has circulated in the Southern Domain for a long time."
Hm?
Was that really fortunate?
Uh, on second thought, it did seem right. Getting hit by a meteor at the Qi Refinement stage and surviving really was quite lucky.
So the fall of a Sky Vein Shard was equivalent to a fortuitous opportunity falling from the heavens?
And it even contained the divine abilities the patriarchs of the various sects had used to set the world in order?
He could not help glancing at Wei Qingye several more times, an inexplicable guess arising in his heart. Could it be that the luck that made this fellow stronger every time he suffered came from that encounter?
But curiosity was only curiosity. This clearly involved a cultivator's personal secret, so naturally, he would