Sword Forging Manor.
Chongshan Town was a complete mess, with buildings shattered everywhere.
Wrinkles and cracks had appeared across the ground. Clearly, even the earth's crust had been shaken apart.
"Ahhh!"
"Roarrr!~"
A group of weeping Ember NPCs wailed miserably, yet not a single one died.
After all, the meteor had fallen quite far from here. At most, it had shattered buildings and crushed some Ember.
But the true forms of these Ember were soul bubbles, so they were not particularly afraid of physical attacks.
Ning Zheng, hiding in Sword Forging Manor, quietly observed the streets reduced to ruins through an observer's perspective for a while before silently sighing in relief.
"When immortals fight, mortals suffer."
"My perfectly good Sword Forging Manor forward branch hadn't even continued fighting for the Immortal Realm at the front line or claimed more compensation yet, and you smashed it?"
A powerful sense of urgency rose in his heart.
Could it be that the giants of the Immortal Realm—those Esteemed Immortals blessed with Overwhelming Luck and boundless fortune—even if they did not know he was scheming against them, would still unconsciously suppress every calculation unfavorable to them?
So an inexplicable accident had appeared and cut off the insurance-fraud process?
Sure enough, opening Sword Forging Manor was, at its core, a contest of luck!
It was fortunate that his fate was tough.
Otherwise, if his Fate Number had been a little worse, the meteor might have been unconsciously drawn by the Esteemed Immortal's Luck Value and smashed directly into the exact center of Chongshan Town!
"Plucking wool from an Esteemed Immortal means bearing a share of karma—the price of opposing an Esteemed Immortal's Fate Number."
Ning Zheng looked at his current Luck Value.
``` Name: Ning Zheng
Race: Strange King, Calamity
Spiritual Root: Seven-Colored (Human God