These eighteen Heng Qi Talismans were mysterious and vicious to the extreme.
Li Qingyun was even less certain what end awaited him after being chosen as one of the "Sacrifice Masters."
Thus, he was accustomed to walking his own path and giving himself more choices, rather than blindly following the crowd and drifting with the current.
He had use for the power of fortune.
Only with fortune upon him could he continue charging toward a Thousand Heng, even Ten Thousand Heng, along the path of Eternal Pure Spirit.
Yet after a competitor—that is, a Sacrifice Master—fell, the vertical-eye-shaped Heng Qi Talisman actually absorbed their fate, bloodline, Dao foundation potential, and more, merging it all into the Heng Qi Talisman in the victor's palm.
This was absolutely not what he wanted.
He needed power, but the way he obtained it had to accord with his true Dao heart.
He would not accept vicious and venomous methods.
He would not take paths that were strange and unknown!
"Still, Xi Yixian truly deserves his imperial bloodline, and his prestige within the Eternal Clan is extremely high. After I easily suppressed and defeated him, my Eternal Fortune surged by nearly half..."
Li Qingyun looked down at the Vertical Eye Talisman Pattern in his palm.
This Heng Qi Talisman that belonged to him abruptly became twice as distinct and profound in color, increasingly resembling an eye of the cosmos that watched him from another plane, half-open and half-closed.
"If I had known beforehand that this contest for the Deputy Director Position involved such bizarre matters, I certainly would not have participated. Come to think of it, the Fu Clan led me astray."
At this moment, beneath everyone's regretful gazes, Xi Yixian's face was pale as he withdrew gloomily.
The gaze Xi He cast at Li